Ode to an Ex

I hate everything about you. And no,

I’m not quoting a Three Days’ Grace song.

I hate you from the outside, in. I don’t stop

with the outer layer,

like you. I hate your bright, beacon smile

that doesn’t match your cold, distant eyes.

I hate the way you prance, too careful with

every step. Like everyone is watching

you. I hate the way you speak. Always

and only about yourself. We little people aren’t

as important. I hate the way you pretend to care.

You’ll never win an Oscar.

I hate the way you think, like yours are

the only thoughts that matter. Mine will

never measure up. I hate your God complex.

Should I clean your shoes while I’m bowing?

I hate the way that nobody but you is ever good

enough. My favorite color’s black, but that’s wrong

to you. That shirt is too shiny, too blue, and too small for me.

I hate the way you hug me. An icebox is

warmer. I hate the way you love. It’s all just

words. And, worst of all, I hate the way you treat

those I love. And you think I’m okay with that.

You chatter in my ear worse than a buzzing noise

about how horrible they are to you. I’m not listening anymore.

I need you out of my life. My hate’s just too much like work.

Too many deadlines to meet. I have more important things

to do than worry about you.