harder than easy

I hate that you call me babe. I hate that you tell me how beautiful I look. I hate that you grab my hand and pull me in tight and don't let go. I hate how normal things are between us. I hate that you are with her. I hate that I still want you so badly. I hate that I let myself get like this. I hate that I can't get over you. But most of all, I hate that I love you.