M. Hank

I hate you,

I hate the way you make me feel,

and the way you talk to me.

I hate how you look at me,

like no one else is in the room.

I hate how when I sit next to you,

We'll lie on the floor 

You're wearing the yellow hat I gave you

I'm wearing pajamas

We'll facetime and pretend 

We're not just like them 

We're not 

Are we 

1. Smile. Teachers like kids who smile, especially during classes when mind-numbingly boring concepts itch their way into your brain and eat away the inside. Yes, you don't like school. No, you can't say that. Smile, smile, smile.

If you've never missed someone,

you've never felt pain,

you have never felt what it's like to love someone so much that when they don't love you back it physically hurts inside you.

It's only February  

and look at this world.  

I want to know if we'll 

get through all of this. 

And on the other side,  

will I still be standing, 

People warned me,

turned against me,

said I was a fool.

Yet you I trusted 

but now that's busted. 

Still my love overrules 

And I don't wanna kill