I hate you..

You used to act so innocent like I was insane,
but you were the one who liked to play mind games.
You wrote me love poems and called every hour,
you were the man yet you gave away all your power.
You were so whipped and I couldn't stand it,
how was I suppose to truly be able to commit.
You needed me more then I was willing to give,
and I know you were never truly able to forgive.
You used every excuse for the way you acted,
and you were harsh to me after how I reacted.
But we both know I never did anything wrong,
and you looked to me so you could stay strong.
But I could never be the other half of you,
and I wasn't going to take what you put me through.
You used me and then you broke my heart,
and you didn't even care that I shattered apart.
And we both know why it truly had to end,
and no I will not still be your best friend.
I won't care if you choose to commit suicide,
because I just don't feel anything anymore inside.
I want you to know that I really do hate you,
and I can't imagine why someone would love you.