I hate you. I hate you.
But I love that you hate me too.
Its 2:13, and I can't sleep,
All I hear is the sound of your weep.
You're mad,
Making yourself sad.
But that's nothing new.
The hurt in your eyes, such a lovely hue.
I love it, I don't care,
While you're puking my words,
I'll hold your hair.
You're the only one who hurts.
You won't smile,
At least not for a while.
I couldn't be happier, I finally got to you,
Keep puking, feel the pain you now slew.
I realize you're right at the end of today,
It's true, nothing gold can stay.
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay."
-Ashleigh Mull 2/27/2017
"Nothing Gold Can Stay" poem by Robert Frost
