I miss you.

but, I see you for who you are and even though I miss you, I sort have to hate you too, not only for tricking me and using me shamelessly, but also because when I look back on some of the things you said to me, I'm forced to acknowledge that you spoon fed me lie after lie and I licked it up, baby (licked it up). I miss you so much, but I realize that whoever I miss cannot possibly be you, because the you that is real is the one that hurt me, and the you that I miss is the one that ensnared me. I hate you because I know that even if things were reconcilable, which you prove with the passing of days that they're not, it could never go back to the way it used to be. I hate you for that and I blame you for that. You let the friendship go, not me.