Seven Stanzas of Hate

I hate that I'm so confused,
I hate that you're the cause.
I hate how much I care for you,
when you don't seem to care at all.

I hate that you lead me on.
I hate that you know you do.
I hate that you never call,
or get excited when I call you.

I hate how you tell me nothing,
so nothing is all I know.
I hate that I'm making a fool of myself,
I hate that I can't let go.

I hate that you take advantage of me,
I hate that I go along.
I hate when I think I've figured you out,
I always end up wrong.

I hate the fact that I took a chance,
and it just had to be on you.
I hate that it didn't work out,
not the way I wanted it to.

I hate you're too good for me,
and dreams never really come true.
I hate that I let myself think otherwise,
I'd never be good enough for you.

I hate that it hurts so bad right now,
just the reality of all this.
I hate that I'd do anything,
to, once again, taste your loving kiss.