I hate you.
I can’t not hate you.
The way I take my breath in through my lungs,
Hates you.
And yes it’s cold air.
That’s all I’ve been able to breathe in,
Since I met you.
Or dare I say,
Since you left me.
That warm September day..
But still you tell me
about that one girl
With the long blonde hair.
You know,
That one girl
You left me for
About how much better she is
You know
That one girl that makes me look in the mirror
At one o’clock in the morning
screaming,
Half expecting the mirror to answer me back like a human would,
“Why am I not good enough?”