"she despised writing,
for it showed the curves and messiness when her fingers tremble,
and for the stains of tears that would be patched on the paper,
her words would mean much more than she wanted it to,
her emotions laid into hands that didn't bother,
and her desperation and hopes burning down as they laugh at her silliness.
she hated writing.
she hated the tear-stained, crumbled papers in her trash,
she hated her determined words that sunk into the surface,
she hated her red cheeks and sad eyes,
she hated her wet pillows and wrinkled sheets,
and her bedroom walls that witnessed her brokenness.
she hated him.
she hated him for making her fall in love,
and end up seeing the worst sides of him,
she hated his sarcastic smile and laugh as he reads her words that said,
"i am in love with you""
