I hate you deep down.
I hate you like a feeling.
I hate you right now.
I dislike you like a precise thorn.
I resent your gaze upon my dermis.
I hate it for you to see me like this;
black and pink, black and pink.
I hate your tender caution upon my tender skin.
I hate your presence now.
You should go.
Don’t say it.
I will not look at you.
I will not see your love.
I cannot feel your touch.
I will never think of yesterday.
I never want to see you again.
I never want to hold your hand, feel your kiss on my blistered cheek.
I will not remember your scent.
I never want to hold your hand.
I hate your care let out so bare.
I never want you to see me like this;
Burnt grotesque Picasso.