ten things I hate about you

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive your car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your old and faded cream colored shirt

and the fact that I can’t understand your way of thinking.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close

not even a little bit.

not even at all.

-

Uneasy.

Insecure.

Shaky.

Restless.

My feet kept on tapping on the floor, inhaling the jazz. The room was as crowded as usual, yet I heard nothing but the jazz. The sudden rush of nostalgia craddled my sense. It was like this before too. I sat alone on the stool and you offered me a drink. Your choice of words were so lame. You turned beet red when I told you that. I should’ve walked away but I didn’t.

You’re so lame that I couldn’t bear to let you go.

Burnt

The spices is burning my nostrils.

But her words are burning my mind.

I shouldn’t have ordered this thing — it’s tag teamming with her to burn me wholly.

Is it wrong to state the oblivious?

Nothing comes from my burnt red lips. Wincing slightly of the feel of burning nostrils, I looked away. Street’s lights never looked this appealing. It takes forever until she decided to end this joke. This whole banquet is a joke from the very beginning.

-

I thought she looked different. She swayed her hip everytime she walked. She wore a seductive ruby dress with a very low cut. She tortured her feet with a killer high heels that she wouldn’t even dare to glance back then. Every five minutes, she’d took a mirror and a set of cosmetics to make herself prettier. She was never pretty to begin with. And so I thought, why bother?

She talked nothing but celebrities and their scandals, newest Jimmy Choo’s products, and men.

I was wrong.

She is a different person.

-

I can still feel the burning spices. I know after I took a glass of water and went to bed, it’ll disappear. But for some reason, her burning words won’t.