trying in vain
to name
ten things i hate about you
because when you’re not here
it would be easier
let me count the ways
i hate, i hate, i hate
i hate that you’re not here.
and
i hate that i’m not there.
(especially this one)
and
and
there should be more
there must
and yet
absence is doing
what the wise folks say
this heart grows fonder / brighter / wider
while you’re away
so mostly
as so eloquently is was put
(julia stiles pouting ponytailed relatable riot grrling voice)
i hate the way i don’t hate you
there’s nothing can be done
you’re mine
deal with it, bitch.