i hate you.

i hate you because you are so clueless,
but i hate myself more for not telling you.

i hate you because you don't care,
but i hate myself more for caring so much.

i hate you because nothing is happening,
but i hate myself more for not doing anything at all.

i hate you because you're not doing anything,
but i hate myself more for expecting too much.

i hate you because you're never there when i need you,
but i hate myself more when i feel like i'm not enough for you.

but most especially,
i just hate you because
i hate myself more and more each day,
for loving you too much,
maybe even more than i love myself.