The person who hates me has
a cute sense of style, a silly laugh
that makes me laugh as well, a
contagious smile, beautiful eyes
that are so easy to get lost in, strong
opinions that will be said, has good
acceptance in change as it is, beautiful
hand writing even if it is messy
sometimes, the best music hoarder,
nice words but mean thoughts,
and a past that never lets them
define them self.
The person who hates me tells the
smallest lies but sometimes the
biggest, they have a gold tongue
of remembrance, a torn shadow, an
addiction to everything wrong, a
dark sense of humor, wind blushed
hair, a sweet tooth for danger, a please
for attention, and kisses after dark
The person who hates me knows how
to make me feel better, knows my
addiction to bandaids and mysterious
pictures, knows I can't sleep most
nights and if I do I wake up a bunch,
knows I can't really touch food
because I think it's gross, knows I
never stay with someone because I
think everyone is hiding something
even though I never say I think that,
knows the outside world really does
scare me tremendously, knows I have
anger issues and helps to calm me down,
and knows how highly I think of
myself sometimes
The person who hates me has blood
on their sneakers, rain in their hair,
irritation under their eyelid, a bleeding
heart, a paranoid twitch, shiny eyes,
and red knuckles that burn like the sun
The person who hates me kisses the
pain away especially on the bruises,
gives nice hugs that make me feel safe,
plays with my hand when we're just
watching tv, dances just because they
feel like it in the moment, sings along
to all our favourite songs, and looks
at me knowing i'll always be looking
first
The person who hates me tells me
everything will be okay when we go
home, knows how to make me melt
in their arms, covers my ears when
they know I shouldn't be hearing
something for it may hurt, avoids
something that would trigger things
inside of me, and let's me stand up
for myself while they cheer me on in
the background
The person who hates me hates that
I never make up my mind, throws
things like they mean nothing because
they do, punches holes in the walls,
and screams because it's been a rough
day
The person who hates me apologizes
even when i've already forgiven
them so many times, takes back things
they've said before I do, and hangs up
the call before anything happens
The person who hates me trembles at
night from the cold and has plenty of
off days showing me that what i'm
feeling isn't just with myself
The person who hates me doesn't
really hate me at all because they
think I hate them but I don't because
that's our love. Our love is hate that
ruins every rule their is for a relationship.
I wish I could say I do love you but you
don't exist in my world yet... but one
day our paths will cross and we will
both know each other already like
we've been together for years
The Person Who Hates Me..
8/28/18
Danny Peak
Danny Has Horns
