By Sunder
You... Here you are,
in the same place, at the same time,
with who you were, with what I am.
Here in this time and spot in space,
-- here from the colors of agony,
from how you looked at me with a prideful gaze,
'glad' to be aware of your sin of envy.
We both were once nothing,
yet here you are, insisting we were something.
"Forget about the past," you say.
"What are you talking about?" I may ask,
We never had a past like what you implied.
You were never my lover,
nor were you my crush.
I just found you, once, alone,
sitting there in the dumps!
Collecting dust .
You say you pity me. But for what?
I pity you . You illiterate scum.
You proceeded to call me disgusting,
after all those years of just wanting to interact.
You looked like you wanted a friend,
but what gives? Was it all just an act?
"No one loves me," you speak,
curse you, I know why.
You insist on saying that--
that same. self-fulfilling. lie.
Over and over--you dare to speak--
to me,
in every way filled with ignorance.
Self-unaware you are or just insecure.
Don't push them to a soul like mine,
I was never a simp nor your servant.
I never saw you as my world.
I just saw a misguided soul.
Never meaning that--
I want you as a lover,
I want you to know that--
I'm sad for your grandmother.
I hate myself for saying this,
since it would be hypocritical,
but it's the truth nonetheless.
A filthy creature, you are.