I hate you. But...

I love you.

And it makes 

me hate myself.

I don't know why

but the thought of you

won't leave my head.

But I don't know...

if I want it

to.

I've loved you.

I've hate you.

I've been confused.

You never noticed did you?

I doubt you did,

you never noticed 

much,

but yet,

you noticed everything.

You could always

tell when something

was wrong, 

even when my parents

didn't.

I didn't understand you,

yet,

I knew everything.

Would this work?

How would it work?

They say it will,

but I never believed it.

Did you?

Should I have taken

a chance?

Should I have believed

it?

Either way

it's too late.

The feelings have all

changed.

There is nothing left

there but a past memory.

      Did I make

           a

       mistake?