Love, life, and everything in between.

I hate myself at times.

I hate myself at times. 
The times when words fall off my tongue into moments of whatever.
I hate when I pour my heart and soul into something only for it to become nothing.
I hate myself at times, when I think of you and solely you.
The you that craved my love and affection.
The you I once knew many moons ago.
I hate myself when I picture you touching every inch of my body and skin.
It's only because I miss it and love it so much. Missing and loving for me soon turns too hatred.
I hate myself because I blame myself for the person you've become.
I hate myself because I'm still foolishly, completely, and stupidly in love with you.
I hate myself because you are a drug that I just can't seem to quit.
I hate myself to much at times, to even understand anything.