SHE IS PRETTY
BUT I
AM EXOTIC LOOKING
HATRED FOR HER
RUNS DEEP UNDERNEATH
MY CAPPUCCINO SKIN
AND VENOM SEEPS OUT
OF FULL LIPS
I HATE YOU
FOR BEING ENOUGH FOR HIM
WHEN I WAS NOT
I HATE YOU FOR HURTING HIM
DESPITE HIM RIPPING ME OPEN
HEART FIRST
AND I HATE YOU
FOR BEING SMALL
AND BLONDE
AND RICH
AND HAPPY
I HATE YOU FOR MAKING IT
LOOK SO EFFORTLESS
SO WHEN I STARE YOU DOWN
TO THE SIZE OF YOUR DIAMOND EARRINGS
LIKE SWEATPANTS ATTACKING
LOUBOUTONS
KNOW
UNDERSTAND
RECOGNIZE
THAT I HATE YOU
because I couldn't bring myself
to hate him
b.g
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Poetry Memoirs From A Teenage Female
कविताpieces of my heart from all different months and times. if this makes you feel less alone then I have done what I have set out to do.
