A little personal.

I hate everything about you, every fiber of your being, every word you speak. Especially all the words you’ve ever said to me. I want to rid you from my life and forget your face. It's so easy until I hear a song that reminds me of you or see your face somewhere unexpected. I just wanted to grab you and kiss you today and then right after, kick you in the balls and leave for good. You’re not that great and I don’t need you at all, but I want you and that's the worst part. I can still feel your fingertips on my collar bones. That kills me.