I hate you.

Plain and simple, I hate you.

You confuse me, and I'm too afraid
to ask you about it.

I hate the way you treat me.

I love the way you make me feel.

I love the way you make me
important. I love the way
you make me see the beauty
in it all.

I hate the way you look
at me.

I hate the way you use me.

I love the way you say my name.

I love the way you think.

I hate that you never call.

I love the way you hold me.

I think I hate you but then I'm not sure...