Jul 31, 2008 17:31
You hate me for being right, because it's too often.
You hate me for being wrong, because I was supposed to know what was going to happen.
You hate me for my hair, because you don't want to hate yourself for having a hair fetish.
You hate me for being there for you when I could be doing something else.
You hate me for not being there for you when you spend weeks pushing me away.
You hate me for running away, because you don't want to hate yourself when I'm finally gone.
You hate me for the way I just know what you need, because I should be letting you have what you want.
You hate me for letting you have what you want, when it's really what you need.
You hate me for knowing the difference far better than you ever could.
You hate me for playing games, when all my games are just digital entertainment.
You hate me for knowing that you enjoy most of the same games.
You hate me for not wanting to play the emotional games part of you insists that I play.
You hate me for being unselfish, when I should be doing what I want.
You hate me for doing what I want, because I don't think of others enough.
You hate me for being able to be unselfish and still do what I want.
You hate me for who I am, because I should be more like others.
You hate me for being more like others, when I should be my own person.
You hate me for being able to do both when I need to.
You hate me for wanting to be with you, because you think I deserve someone else.
You hate me for trying to be with someone else, because you know I deserve you.
You hate me for knowing this "dirty little secret."
You hate me for not caring.
You hate me for caring too much.
You hate me for being able to tell the difference.
You hate me for being smart and answering all the questions.
You hate me for not knowing the answer to something I've never heard of before.
You hate me for these because you don't want to hate yourself for the same things.
You hate me for being what you need, even when I can't be everything you want.
You hate me for knowing this without a second thought.
You hate me for knowing you better than you know yourself.
Mostly...
You hate me because you're afraid to hate yourself for a mistake you can correct.
You hate me because I know you want to correct the mistake, but don't want to give up that hate yet.
And you hate me for even knowing the truth...
That you hate me, because you hate yourself for still loving me.