12.
I spent a lot of time hating you.
More time than any one person
should dedicate to such
a pointless
pastime.
I'm not quite sure why
pointing out your flaws
makes for such a splendid
sport.
Just now before here
I was doing it again.
Calling you ridiculous
and lacking
sense.
Mocking your moments
and memories in the
making.
I sometimes stupidly long
for you
to think
that I am some sort of
genius.
When the smartest thing
I ever did
was leaving you
behind.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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