I can feel a fire burn in my chest.
I can feel my hands shake at rest.
My eyes are blinded by how much I'd love to throw a punch at your face.
My lips cannot form a curse word fast enough that my words start to enlace.
My stomach actually flutters at how much I hate you.
I despise you.
Every time I see you in the mirror I want to spit on you.
God, hate you....
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Somber
PoetryCold and black. Dark and hopeless. Frightening and ghostly. My eyes spill the liquid from the thunderstorm of my mind. How I dampen my shirt in pure distress. My heart pounds so loud, that it's tearing at the seams. How blackened and dull the day...
