i hate when
promises end up broken at your feet like
the fine glass pieces of that vase your mother loved more than you.
i hate when
lies end up stabbed into your back,
hurting worse than the rocks you skinned your knees on as a kid.
i hate when
his gentle words end up meaning nothing,
like the way that bubbles disappear in an instant when touched.
i hate when
plans falls through,
like the way you were scared of falling through the cracks of anonymity in middle school.
i hate when
the tears won't stop falling,
like the waterfall your class took a trip to and one kid almost fell over the railing.
i hate when
nothing is right and nothing makes sense
like those puzzles where all the pieces are the same color.
i hate that i can't do anything right
and what i do get right,
everyone else gets wrong for me.
