I don’t hate you I hate what you represent to me and obviously since I’m so wound up about it I don’t like myself much either

I don’t hate you I hate what you represent to me and obviously since I’m so wound up about it I don’t like myself much either
sometimes I love you so much it hurts like my heart tightens and hurts in the way ripping a scab off new skin feels good but even though it only hurts sometimes I love you always scrapes and all