I hate the way you wrap around my mind and never leave it
I hate the way you can play my heartstrings like they’re one of your games
I hate the way you smile at me
your eyes full of pain and your mouth hiding it
I hate the way you replaced me
slid pictures into the spot where I used to sleep
I hate the way you just exist as if I was never in your life
I hate the way you call me your friend when it was always so much more than that
I hate that I look for you in all our old places
wishing you could see the way I looked today
I hate the way your ghost walks next to me
mocking my memories
I hate the way you said you loved me that last time
like it was just an auto response on a voicemail machine
I hate the way you kissed me goodbye
your pain leaked into my mouth and stained my lips with your unshed tears
I hate the way you never said what you needed
until you couldn’t take it anymore and just wanted to leave
I hate when I drive past our exit
knowing you sleep in the room we used to share
but I had to leave
I hate the thoughts that poison our good memories
like tainted words full of misery
I hate the way I smile at you now
blending my pain and anger into a montage of mirrored happiness that isn’t there
I hate the way I hold myself tall and walk like the world didn’t fall out from beneath me
I hate how cold it gets at night when you aren’t here
burning like ice against my skin
But mostly I hate the fact that in the end
you don’t care that it wasn’t you
—erin dirschel
Flommist Erin Dirschel is a perplexing myriad of beautifully confusing qualities. The most important of which is love of fuzzy animals. And she occasionally does an artsy thing. Copyright © 2018 Erin Dirschel.
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