Hate is a strong word. But I hate what you have done to me. I hate the power that I have willingly handed over to you, for too long.
I hate your need to dominate and the mind games you play. I hate your indecision and therefore, your lies.
I hate the weed of thought that has taken hold in my heart and mind, forever growing no matter how much I try to remove it.
I hate your shallowness and how it makes me feel. I hate the hope you inspire and the feelings you awaken. I hate the despair and the self-hatred you create.
I hate my weakness. But I abhorr yours.