Hate Me!

give me your blame

give me pain and I'll thank you

this burden I shoulder

tastes like fine wine,

aged by years of resentment

and I wonder how long

you've held this iron

you dig into my ribs

I wonder how long you've kept quiet

about every little thing I do

that pisses you off

this pain tastes like hand soap,

tastes like I'll need to

brush my tongue until it bleeds

just to feel worthy of love again

you are a cloud

hanging over my head

I'm so sad

so sad

so sad

and you're

so sick of hearing about it

you are tired

tired of your job

tired in your bones

and tired of me

and there's little to nothing

I can do about that

I haunt this house

built atop a graveyard

built atop the bones

of every moment in which

you loved me

you make me feel like a ghost

and the words you say

when you gloss over

the malice and the disappointment

when you tell me

good night

sound an awful lot

like an exorcism