Random Thoughts

rice

i hate you.

i really do.

and if i had a grain of rice

for every time i've thrown my hate on you

there would be 50 happy, healthy families in africa.

i ignore you when you walk into the room.

i speak less when you're around me.

slide in some more sneaky comments

a few here and there

you probably hate me too.

i feel like i've accomplished something

every twisted time i leave

and i sometimes wish that

you'd just leave me alone for good.

i know i've told you i've forgiven you

i haven't really.

i hate what you did

and who you did it with even more.

but what i really hate

is how you're so much like me

and i really hate myself

for being too afeared to ask you

if you want to be friends

again.

and if i had a grain of rice

for every single time i've thought to do this differently

there would be no starving families at all.