I hate you for leaving that note behind.

I hate me for etching it deep in my mind.

I hate you for feeling the world was too cruel.

I hate me for not knowing. For being a fool.

I hate you for me not being enough reason to stay.

I hate me for thinking that you were okay.

I hate you for bleeding your pain to the floor.

I hate me for never giving you more.

I hate you for the pain that I couldn’t take away.

I hate me for the words that I never did say.

I hate you for leaving me, gone in the night.

I hate me for believing that you were alright.

I hate you for choosing your despair over me.

I hate me for dreaming of what we could be.

I hate you for loving me.

I hate me for loving you.

I hate you for everything. Even things you didn’t do.

I hate you for making me want to hate you so bad.

I hate me for thinking of all the time we still had.

I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone.

I hate you for ending your life so undone.

But most of all, I hate me. It's true.

For never being able to ever hate you.