it's still


the way
i feel when i think of


i'm over it.
that is the truth.
but it's so hard to turn a
Habit of Hate.

i know i don't.
i know i miss you some select ways.
i know i'm childish
for wanting to throw up every time i hear your name.

so here i am
a million months away
trying to turn my feelings
into words

i should probably stop
god knows these poems of you
haven't been
love songs.

i don't hate you.


you just make me sick.

Apr. 9, 09