I hate you

I had a dream about you last night,
I dreamed that you were mine,
I dreamed that we are happy,
that you've never hurt me.
But then I woke up,
and remembered that I hate you.
I hate you for hurting me,
and still being in my mind,
for walking through my thoughts,
not going out of my heart,
for uncalled coming in my dreams.
But I hate myself even more,
for letting you do these things,
for not forgetting your face,
for not giving my heart space
to finally love somebody else...