I hate to admit it

 I hate to admit it.

You didn’t love me because you want to, but you did love me because of how I made you feel.

That’s why you love those sunshine and rainbows I used to give you, but you hate how I turned into a hurricane. You hate it whenever we turned into a disastrous storm, you always ran away.

You love those random reassurance, motivation, poems and compliments I gave you but you hate whenever I expressed why I’m hurt.

You love the way I made you laugh and smile, but you hate for the fact that I cried.

I hate to admit it... you didn’t love me, you just love the fact that I loved you.