I hate her (a love poem)

I hate her

I absolutely despise her
I hate how she always does whatever she wanted
How she doesn’t care what others feel, think, or react
How she doesn’t care about how I feel, think, or react
I hate how she thinks she’s the center of everyone’s world
That she thinks she’s the brightest star in the entire milky way
I hate how she acts
The way she smiles so sweetly when she doesn’t mean it
The way she looks at me when she doesn’t mean it
The way she pretends to be when she doesn’t mean it
I hate how she makes me feel
I hate how I don’t care what she thinks of my feelings, reactions, or thoughts
I hate how she’s the center of my universe
She’s that far star in my sky, my galaxy, my milkyway
Shining so bright yet scorching if touched
I hate how she acts but
I take her smiles with gratitude because if I can’t get a real one, a fake will do
I take her looks with gratitude because she’s looking at me
What more could I possibly want?
I take all parts of her pretend self and embrace it because what else is there to receive?
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
But it’s ok, as long as she’s there
I can live just fine


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