i hate
the taste of smoke
on my tongue
the sight of big bugs
on the run
blind lovers that
will only be friends
their love turns to
ashes in a bitter end
people who make
excuses to be
-unfaithful
-drug addicted
-annorexic
makes me sick
to think
it's all explicit
i hate your
hair curls
on your face
the way the neighbor
parks in my space
a singing bird
outside my window
at six in the
morning
i want to put it
in a jar of water
and leave it there
struggling
why am i
filled with hate
why haven't i
found a date
so i can celebrate
the end of my
aversion
the world is just too
yummy
filled with honey
it's bright and sunny
when i just want
to cry
people singing on the
streets
too loud
to think
hateful thoughts
so i will go
to a quiet place
and think of how i
hate
the way you
do
everything
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