Vicissitude.

I hate.

I hate the way you were so sweet to me,

When you’re really a cliché definition of heart breaker.

I hate the way you offered me gum a million times

And how you would chew it silently.

I hate the way our noses touched

Every time we would laugh.

I hate the way your blue eyes shined

And the way they gave me trust.

I hate the way you fiddled with my fingers

And the sound of your laugh.

I hate the tingly feeling on my cheek

After you said good night.

I hate the way my dress matched your tie

So blind to our eyes.

I hate the way you smiled at my jokes

As my cheeks turned red.

I hate the way you wouldn’t believe my inexperienced heart

And how you told me one day it would come.

I hate the way you danced

And what you whispered to my ear that night.

I hate the way you took me for granted.

And how weak I was.

I hate the way that we don’t talk anymore,

Because we’re both too proud to even say ‘hello’.

I hate the way I miss the feeling in the pit of my stomach

When your name lighted my screen.

I hate the way I never exactly loved you

But I was undeniably feeling an indescribable state of mind.

I hate the way I don’t see you anymore,

Or how you missed my birthday.

I hate the way it all ended in one night,

The same way it started.

I hate the way you’re too much of a coward to make a move

And I am too heartless to feel anything but complete despise.