I hate every second we spent together,
and all of the nights we stayed up late,
sitting in a cold car, on frozen leather.

I hate how you made me feel,
happier than I had ever been,
scared and excited, like it was real.

I hate what we talked about.
all of your issues and insecurities and feelings,
we talked about mine too, but I had to shout mine out.

I hate that you left.
You asked me to convince you to stay,
to tell you not to see friends and have fun.
I wanted you with me, but I couldn't say.

I hate how you completely ignored what we had.
The second an old friend, one who wasn't there for you,
said he liked you, you chose him, It made me sad.

I hate that you knew how I felt,
knew what I had been through,
and you still let my cry telling you.

I hate how I feel now.
I hate how you are still my best friend.
I don't want the thing we had end.

I hate that I love you.
I hate that I always will.