fishermen

there are times I hate you,
there are times I miss you,
there are days I furrow my brow
at the thought of you.
there are moments of regret.
there are moments I smile
and moments I scowl.
in the end I know the truth
I am at fault.
for trusting you,
wanting you,
despising you
and forgiving you.
Its all the same
love and hate.
but now I just feel nothing
because I realized...
I was just the bait.