I HATE You
I Hate You
Stabbing shooting
pain erupts from my spirit as your mouth spits lies as well-meaning truth
Hatred rushes
over me
It overcomes me
to the point where I have no breaking point
If I could
just…NO!
But, I could
just…NO!
What if I…NO!
Questions my
subconscious debates with itself contemplating how to “finish him” in this game
of life
Peace and calm
come to me like a giant wave from a tsunami
You should worry
You SHOULD be
worried as I smile and hug and smell your funk
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