Most of all

[latramatae]

But most of all...

I hate that you changed.
I hate that youre the same.
I hate that you left.
I hate how youve stayed.
I hate how I cry.
I hate how you make me smile.
I hate how I miss you.
I hate how I feel.
I hate how it hurts.
I hate that its my fault.
I hate that its yours.
I hate that I cant be around you.
I hate how Ive lost you.
I hate how Ive found out who you really are.
I hate that I cant tell you any of this.
But most of all,
I hate how I cant hate you,
Not even a little.
I hate how I still love you.