In the pit of my stomach I know it To be hatred Hatred so deep and strong It actually sickens me. My guts twist at the idea that I'll see her. When she opens the door I just want to turn on my heel and never look back. I feel dread when I hear her name. When I hear her voice. When she puts her arms around me and thinks we're good friends.
More than anything I hate when she begins to bad-mouth you. Tell me who you've been with recently. What girl you're chasing after. Who you probably slept with. or any "progress" she's made getting closer to you. All the while she doesn't know I like him.
At first, before any cards were on the table I thought she and I could have been friends But we can't. The initial awkward it has been replaced with hatred dread to the point where I want to tell her the truth. Where I don't want to see her. Where I nearly throw up. Where I spend hours trying to ignore the tight feeling in my chest
because try as I might I can't shake off her words and that's what I hate the most.
kazuka78 · Wed Mar 28, 2012 @ 11:56pm · 0 Comments |