Love and Hate

Two powerful words.
One brings delight the other brings pain
for some weird reason I feel both for you.
You call me strange, bothersome, and many other things.
I act like they don't hurt me.
While under neath the smile and the light in my eyes,
there is a pain soul-deep that your words and your anger have left on me.
I try to ignore it but I still feel it there,
taunting me, torturing me,
all the while you're laughing away with your friends.
In the beginning I thought you cared,
but you showed me, or more like proved to me that you never did.
In the beginning I thought I loved you.
Now no matter how much I want to hate you,
I just cant bring myself to it.
I thought that maybe distance would help ease some of the anger,
it only made it worse.
Love and Hate.
Two powerful words,
one brings happiness the other brings anger.
But both bring a wave of regret.