I hate the way you were so good at playing mind games.
I hate the way you never changed.
I hate the way I can't stop thinking about you.
I hate the way I always knew how love could be so blind, and how bad it took over my mind.
I hate the way you could look me straight in the eyes and tell me you love me and not mean it.
I hate the fact that I was always number two.
I hate the way you toyed with my heart.
I hate the way your lies tore us apart.
I hate myself for hating you.
I hate that when I am mad, you know exactly what to say to make things okay.
I hate the way I can't get over you, but most of all I hate you for being you.
