honestly I can’t hate you,

but I can’t see through you,

the other side must be hurting,

that you’re not there yet,

I wanna see you,

in the rear-view mirror,

going that way,

while I go this way,

fornicated eye socket,

can’t believe it put your foot in it,

despise the read through,

as we see the end title page,

September birthday,

not my best day,

but I’m selling all I’ve got…