Hate

I hate him for making me feel like this.
I was trying to be positive, trying to encourage him to be positive, thats all. Trying to be reasonable and nice and make him see it's not all bad, I mean it's pretty shit, but not all of it.
And all I get is abuse, that I've done enough damage to him already, that I don't give a shit, that I'm not even bothered that we've split up.
It broke my walls that I'd built, the walls that kept the emotions in check, that kept the fear and pain from overwhelming me, it broke the bottle that I'd carefully corked everything away inside.
I told him exactly how I felt, exactly how he made me feel.
I hate him for doing that to me.
I haven't heard any more from him and I'm glad, he is a selfish vindictive bastard and I hate him for making me feel.
I hate him, but I love him too. Fucker.