Love and Hate

I love you.
I hate you.
You never existed to me.
You were the thing that kept my existence.
You never noticed me.
You never stopped with the compliments.
How I hate you.
How I love you.
You glared at me with your dark eyes.
You looked at me with passion filled eyes.
Will it ever stop?
Will it keep going?
Questions.
Answers.
Never the same.
Never different.
Oh how I love you.
Oh how I hate you.