She Hates She: Toxic Love Poem by Kevin Mireles

I hate her. I hate her!
I fucking loathe her!
Such a disrespectful
antidepressant
pill-popping whore.

Whose sole motivation
is to seek the approval
of estranged men.
Pathetic narcissist.

Poor thing!
Maybe that's why
she prefers an opiate
La La-Landscape
to her fraudulent reality.

'Wait! Is this that same bitch
who verbally attacks you
every time you try to work out
both of your problems? '

'The same girl who avoids
any conversation about
her role in the whole mess.
The whole time blank-faced,
daydreaming about her
next plastic surgery? '

Yes, it's true.
She hates
her own reflection.
Though, she takes
my breath away.

Master of the blame game.
A seasoned manipulator
trained by the best.
Who uses insecurity
to lure men.

Unknowingly laying
the flower beds
of her inevitable demise.
A demise brought about by
karma. O karma!
My only friend.

Karma, my trained assassin.
Who will rip out her heart,
along with her
plastic torpedo breasts,
right out of her hollow chest.

As empty as her head.
No soul. No love.
Just hate.
I fucking love her..