I hate you for how you hurt me and make me cry and leave, oblivious, while I'm left howling

with the pain and shock of the stealthily inflicted wound. I hate you for how you make me love and

forgive you; I hate that smile, those dark eyes that implore so heart-wrenchingly; and I always do,

forgive you, I mean, just to end up here, back where I started, vicious cyle after vicious cycle,

crying and crying quietly so nobody hears and you, off far away with some friend, some sibling,

always away with someone else and I hate it; but not as much as I hate that you will ask and I

will forgive you and soon I will be back to saying how much I hate you, when the problem is that I

love you too much to be without you, though without you I don't hurt this way, only a dull ache

instead of hot knives to the heart but you wouldn't understand that; don't have time to right now

and probably have plans so I guess I'll just let you go; good riddance please this time, have

mercy, stay gone.