By ZoE
Date: 2 December 1998

I want to hate you

I said I want to hate you with your perfect hair,smile,you could make him 
hard anytime
your perfect cut out waist
i smile (bite my lip)
you are empty of heart
i think your pale face could use some sun
i see you cryine when no one's looking (i am bruised too)
maybe you're wrists aren't that strong
i know he burns you and i feel dry sitting on your wet front lawn
you probably hate me
summer melts away and he's not between your fingers
you said you have the flu but i see your eyes,they aren't pure
i can't hate you 'cause you tasted him
you tasted my secrets (he let them slip through his tounge)