Hate That

I kind of hate how you always make me better, stronger, leaner, faster,
I kind of hate how you're always in the back of my mind, cheering me on..
I kind of hate how you never said a word out loud but your actions
Are inspiring stellar consequences... because you,
You are better than I am, faster than I am, stronger than I am and I,
I am wondering, darling, what's going to happen when you leave me,
Which we all know you will, when I'm alone with myself again,
And my demons get louder and tell me I can't do it alone,
I can't do it anymore, I should stop, I should quit...
So I kind of hate how you teach me the ropes,
And turn me into what I always wanted to be, better,
I kind of hate how all I really need is to know you're supportive
In your own way... Silently guiding me from ahead,
Showing me the stepping stones of what is ahead...
And I hate with a passion knowing that one day,
If I am lucky, I will be done with this journey,
And I will stand at your side, at the end of this hike,
Knowing I'm done and it's all because of you...
I hate knowing that one day you will turn on your heels
And disappear saying "Good job",
Not realizing that this entire journey I fell in love with the darkest parts of you.