You hurt me and made your intentions clear.
And I hate that I don't hate you.
More so, I hate that I still have feelings for you.
I hate that I cling to the few words you say to me,
And I hate how much I miss you
When you don't think twice about me.
When I ask myself: "Why do I pick people that treat me like nothing?"
My dear friend Charlie reminds me:
We accept the love we think we deserve
I finally understand what he means.