How It Came To Be

You were one of the few good things in my life.
I looked to you as a friend, a brother, and a few other things.
When I first told you how I felt for you,
that I liked you more than a friend.
You laughed and said you knew.
I wondered how you were able to figure it out.
You told me that I didn't hide it very well.
You promised that you wouldn't make this come between us,
that there was a way we could still be friends.
And it lasted for a little while,
then you used the feelings that I tried so hard to hide,
to hurt me and string me along.
Now I hate you and you hate me.
but for me, under the hate there is still some love for you.
But when it comes to you,
I never know what you think or how you feel.