Reasons Why I Hate You

I don't hate you for the sheer thrill of it.

I don't hate you because you don't love me.

I hate you because you won't give me the chance to love you. To show you that there's something in me bigger than me.

You don't give me the chance to be useful. To use my shoulders for tears other than mine.

I hate you because every time I'm hurting you're not there. You find some sorry cop out or make me feel less of a human for being so sensitive. Because instead of trying to console me you scold me. Instead of trying to understand me. (And you never understand me). You demand me. "Suck it up" "You're too soft". Well maybe soft is me. And I just need you to be there. To care. To make trials a little easier even if it is my cross to bear. I hate you because I love you. Because I can't control the flips in my stomach at the thought of you. Or because I just want to be better for you. Because I wish I could use every ounce of my being to shield your being from hurt. Because I'd be there any time you ever need me even if this doesn't work. And I hate you because My good is never good enough for you. And I hate you because you make me hate me for not being what you need. Because I love you. And I just want you to be happy. So you see it's not hate that makes me hate you. It's you. -Ley