15. Hatred

T a n g l e d in nightmares

and twisted in dreams

I wonder, do y o u think of me?

In your rusty t o w e r s

and high perches upon r o t t i n g trees

Do you think of me?

Does it g i v e me worth

does it give me m e a n i n g

if you think of me?

Is it a h a b i t ?

Do I really care

if you think of me?

I a d m i t that I think of you

but it’s fading away

Worth and rebuilding happens

s l o w e r

than I would have hoped.

It’s really u n j u s t

If I think of you
and you don’t of me

A disease we should   s h a r e seems fairer
One that I can survive
and one that brings you   s l o w death
I know you don’t   c a r e and

I know

it’s not true,
but dreamers w i l l dream.

Just so you know,

in the time you’ve been g o n e

I s t o p p e d chewing my fingernails

I stopped s k i p p i n g breakfast

I stopped slouching

And I can s t o p you.

I hope that you w i s h
and I hope that you sigh
and I hope you regret

and I hope you feel d i r t y

and I h o p e that you squirm

and I hope that you cringe

If y o u think of m e .