I still love you, yet despise you

How come I can really love you
Yet hate you just as much
I love the way that we held hands
Yet I hate it when we touch
I love the way you’d kiss me
Yet hated it when you left
How come I can still love
Even after all the rest
I still think of you at night
Before I go to bed
You’re the last thought at night
And the first thought in my head
How come I know its over
Yet I wish that you were here
So that I could tell you about yourself
About how you acted over the last year
Sometimes I need a shoulder to cry on
And you’ll be the only one that understands
How come I hate it when we touch
Yet love it when we hold hands