Hating Loving You There was a time when we once loved each other and we thought nothing could ever come between us but we ha a rude awakening. You treat me like dirt now but somehow I still find a way to love you. And I hate it. Not you but myself. I hate myself for loving you even when I know I shouldn't. You treat me horribly and I still run back to loving you even though you are unaware of it. My heart beats for you but you won't listen. You knock me down repeatedly and never offer to help me back up, but I know that if you were to stumble and fall right now I wouldn't hesitate to reach out a hand. I guess that's my flaw.