this isn't a love poem

I tear, tear, tear myself apart
because you never follow through,
when you think it goes away
I bring it back anew.

If you hate, hate, hate me,
oh so much
why won't you do it for me?
instead I hate me for you
I killed me three times over
kill me, kill me, do

Every minute daring
you to like me,
begging, begging, begging
for you to love me,
I killed me, three, three, three

you ask me why,
why?
why?
why?
I would want to die,
you should know,
you want it too

I see and I do,
I hate me for you.
I'm only following through,
what you'd never say.

I cry for you,
all I do is for you,
although I never think of you,
you broke me down the middle,
broke me right in two

without ever having to come near me

Because I did it for you,
I'm following through what you want,
want but never say
for what you want is taboo
so I hate me for you

so now you broke the doll
so no one else wants to play
if they did I'd push them away
because I know they'll hate me like you

and I couldn't stand all their eyes on me.
They turned me blind; I couldn't see

but I could feel your eyes on me
how did it come to be
that you never loved me?
you never say it,
but I know it
so I hate me for you