I do not hate you.
I hate the mask you wear; your eyes
betray the hidden depths
that you possess, drawing me
...
I weep because once, you loved me.
I weep because once, you cared.
When someone calls my name, I run;
crying tears of fervent hope.
...
Sleepily succumbing
succumbing slowly
slowly slipping
slipping silently
...
To Jordyn
I do not hate you.
I hate the mask you wear; your eyes
betray the hidden depths
that you possess, drawing me
into the hollow contrivance; this
your portraiture of perfection.
I do not hate you.
I hate your words; saccharine sweet,
sticky with sex
that oozes between the cracks, sealing me
against the raging rivers red; those
that cut.