I Hate You

Disgusting and low

I am repulsed and finished

Any attraction I had completely diminished

Revulsed at the persistence pursual displayed

I blocked you

Speaking french and chocolate skin was not enough to mask the lustful, filth contained within

My flesh crawls at the memory of your grope

Vile and reprobate

I hate the up that chucks when even the letters of your name cross my periphereal

Visual frame

Back seat encounters and dollar bills dropped off on my night stand

How I settled for your sickly sensuality is a backhand to my own dignity

Completely unplanned

I pity your foolishness in ever thinking I would entertain again a man so mired in his own arrogance that there was a thought we could be friends

my wisdom far greater than your pride knew that access to me was what made you try

You make me sick

Underhanded, lying prick

I'd rather kick you in the dick than speak a word to you