i wrote what i felt.
i want to talk to you even when i'm talking to you

    eating up the words i wrote you
    i write this smoke out from
                          heart

    is it really good hate to
      hate
    hate & hater
    when i'm a hater
    and always the same
    spoon i just began to be,          bitch?

    at your words
    i dig up soul's soils
    just to bury in my eyes
                     endings of dead leaves

              i don't miss you
              an.y more than i
              miss my you
              an.y more

    some things burn
    hotter than
    hate. this heat
    burns. this heart
                                hates. this heat
                                burns. this heart,