hate

You made me hate our favorite
song we would blast
in the bedroom.

You made me hate saying
'yay' because with you, I always
said it.

You made me hate being my weird,
goofy, immature self because that's how
I always was when I was with you.

You made me hate myself.

You made me hate you.

But for some odd reason,
I still love you.

But I still hate our favorite song,
I still hate how I can't eat dinner
with my family without crying because
I would remember our first date.

I hate your favorite color.

I hate your voice
face
hair
glasses
teeth
words
hands
arms
legs
nose
eyes
your lies.
your truth.

But I still love you at the same time.