I hate you.
I hate the way you left.
I hate the way you look at me.
I hate how I was there for you.
I hate that I cared.
I hate how I think about you.
I hate how your the first person on my mind every morning and the last at night.
I hate the way you act like you don’t care.
I hate our stupid inside jokes.
I hate how you kissed me.
I hate the way you made me feel.
I hate the way you smiled at me.
But most of all.
I hate how I don’t hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all…I