I hate you, but,
I hate that I hate you.

I hate that I can’t stop the hate because of something you did,
I hate how it still hurts and bothers till nothing is left.

I hate that I want you to hurt like I do.

I hate that I wish bad on you,
I hate that everywhere and anything I do reminds me of you.

I hate that it’s keeping me from growing.

I hate that it makes me lose my mind.

I hate how my hurt doesn’t affect you.

I hate that I allowed what happened to happen.

I hate how you hurt me so long ago, yet I'm still hurting, and you're okay.

I hate how I can't forgive.

Or maybe I don’t want to,
But I still hate you all the same.