Janeen G.
I hate how the way he talks to me.
I hate how the way he makes me feel.
The sound of his voice irritates me,
I hate the way he touches my skin.
I can’t share my experience with him without his critical eyes staring at me.
I have to find ways to express myself.
I let the pen do the work.
I write down my hateful thoughts.
I hate the way these emotions feel inside of me.
I hate how the way our love has died.
These hateful thoughts constantly consumes my life.
Do I hate you or do I hate myself for hating you.
I wish these hateful thoughts would wash away…
