I hate you

for making me weak.

Never again.

 

I watch the nightfall

over a jungle.

Some place that

isn’t my own.

 

The weather sticks to me

gluey

and sickly

like the memories.

It all needs showered away.

 

I hate you

for making me

a quitter.

I want to make you pay

for what you did to me.

Because now,

I’ll never be that way.

Never again.