i hate the girl with

her green eyes,

so gorgeous i pray

to god they are fake.

i hate the grand-

mother who brags 

about her grand-

daughter

in the supermarket,

my grandmother who

isn’t so grand sends

me cheap cards and

never calls,

i hate how

she calls her grand-

daughter wonderful.

i hate how good you

look in a dress as you

saunter down the street,

your perfect high heels

click clacking want me

want me want me.

i hate good endings in

romantic comedies,

i never found love 

to be funny.

everything i don’t have,

i hate. 

i don’t know how to

love my absences.

i fill up the voids

with red and murder

scenes in my head

and the tight-lipped

smile, the silent

‘fuck off’ to the

happier people

in my life