For the better part of me that you brought up.

I hate how every smile is a reminder of how you existed.
I hate how every touch of lips reminds me of bliss.
I hate how skin against cloth, cloth against skin makes me miss.
I hate how words you utter keeps making me wish it was those three little words.
I hate how full I felt inside as you just keep on loving me.
I hate how everyday I just keep on falling, but everyday I just kept on pushing you away.
I hate how different you are from everybody else.
I hate how love has given me a chance to change and even though it's a bit late, I'm realizing--

How much I hate myself for not appreciating you the way you should be appreciated--

How much I hate how I let it go this far into pushing you away--

How much I hate letting go of my happiness.