N
march thirteenth two thousand and five
03-13-05, 2:53 p.m.

i hate:
your smile
your pretentious talk
the way you complain about everything
the pictures you take
the friends you have
the decisions you make

i hate the person you are now
and how you
refuse
to be
the person
you used
to be.

what changed?
why are you different?
what happened to you?
what happened to me?
us?

we used to be:
so perfect
so young
so innocent
even:
when we really weren't
though we really weren't.

they thought:
they knew us
i thought:
i knew us
i thought:
i knew you.

i miss you until it burns inside me
and then i miss you some more.

i will make you burn like me.

before~after