I've always hated you.
And, somewhere deep inside of you, you've always hated me, too.
Those three little words mean nothing.
You don't love me now, and you didn't then.
But I loved you.
I still do.
I'd take a bullet for you.
In a heartbeat I'd risk my life to save yours.
I'm afraid to admit that.
It makes me look stupid.
You make me look stupid.
I can't seem to let go of you.
Even though you broke my heart and are still breaking it as we speak.
You are my drug.
The one and only thing I'm only addicted to- dependent on.
You've done nothing for me.
Nothing but made me weak.
Vulnerable.
Broken.
And I called it love.
