T: Stockholm Syndrome

I almost texted you again today
I can’t believe you made me want you
I almost yearned for your face again
I can’t believe you still haunt me
You asked me if I hate you
I told you ‘I do', I hate you
I felt stupid for loving you
Because I told you we were through
And all the pieces are scattered now
It never fit the puzzle anyhow
You asked me if I hate you
I said ‘how could you?', I hate you
You asked me if I hate you
I told you ‘I do', I hate you