I
  spend
     too
   many
   hours
      in
     my
    head,
wondering
  whether
       I
    spend
   nearly
       as
    many
        in
     your
     head.

       In
     your
hesitation
        I
   found
      my
  answer.
We are all just fighting to survive a world where "I miss you" doesn't mean I'm coming back and "I love you" doesn't mean I'm here to stay and "I' changed my mind" means you lied on purpose and just didn't want to say you lied so you said "I changed my mind." Why is it when the story ends we begin to feel all of it"?  
                                                          ­                               Jon York   2019

i hate the way you hurt me,
the way you make me cry.
i hate the way you hurt me
with that sly look in your eye.

i hate your stupid smile,
the awful grin you use.
when you see the way i look at you,
you always seem amused.

i hate the way you make me write
about you every day.
i hate the way you yell,
i hate every word you say.

i hate the way you hurt me
with every bruise you leave.
bruises on my soul
for everyone to see.

i hate the way you dress.
i hate the way you do your hair.
i hate the way you try to touch me;
it leaves a constant scare.

i hate the way you look at me.
i wish you were never there.
i hate the way you keep me up at night,
sweat collecting in my hair.

i hate the way you hurt me