I bet you're wondering why I'm not like most girls.
I hate the smell of the pavement after the rain.
I hate Starbucks.
I hate the game. (oh, by the way, I lost the game.)
I hate sun flower head bands and white converse.

I bet you're wondering why I won't let you in.
I hate feeling over whelmed with stuff I can't control.
I hate bridges, they can't hold ground.
I hate how hands don't care what they touch because it's just as easy to let go.
I hate the fact that eyes are just another passage way.

I bet you're wondering where my sense of humor faded to.
I hate to smile, it just invites conversation.(like I'd want that)
I hate my laugh.
I hate dreaming about your smile because it makes me dream about your face which makes me dream about your chest moving up and down and hoping that I'll get to lay.... No... No stop.
I hate your corny jokes because in the end, I'll never be able to hear them again.

I bet your wondering what made my heart so bitter and my face so plastic with glazed over blue eyes.
I hate that house.
I hate flower head bands.
I hate that time can't heal all wounds because each clock has arthritis.
I hate bridges.
I hate your corny jokes.


I hate for at least once in my life, you made me happy. Not the little kid with ice cream, happy.
The happy I only read in books, I only find in old people, the kind I can't go to sleep without, the kind where you showed me,

Its okay to breathe.

I hate that you took my breath when you left.
I hate you, so stop wondering.

~T.P~