I hate you
The smell on my hands doesn't leave me
It reminds me of so much
The mosquito protector spray kins me
With joy,
Regret.
The nights cold and bitter
my heart full of it
Joy & regret.
Like the one, we stood under
signaling a cloud or two
The smell of rain and summer mornings
crisp as the eyeliner lines I would draw
To impress you.
To advance the beauty that you so loved and cherished
I hate you
The reminiscent eyes of yours
The soft hair I once stroked
While both crying about our problems in the back of a car
Soundly going to sleep
Those smells haunted me for what seems like years,
but it's been months.
I hate you so much
So much hate that I still carry
Yet I look for you,
in the halls just for a glimpse into the past
but fear of wanting to go back,
and to remind myself of what a problem I have
The problem of hating you,
Loving you
at the
Exact same time.
