I hate to feel desperate.
I hate to feel weak.
I hate to feel ignored and
I hate to feel discarded.

I hate pretending to smile.
I hate faking a good mood.
I hate acting happy when I’m not and
I hate going on with my life like nothing is wrong.

I hate the power you have over me.
I hate that you consume me.
I hate that you permeate every thought and
I hate every song that reminds me of you.

I hate how powerless I feel.
I hate how I cling to hope.
I hate how I make wishes on teenage superstitions and
I hate giving you the benefit of the doubt.

I hate that I still want you.
I hate that I still need you.
I hate that I still love you and
I hate that I still trust you.

I hate that I don’t hate you.
I hate that I won’t quit you.
I hate that I can’t let you go and
I hate that I know I’ll come back,
When and if you ever do.