I cannot imagine seeing your face, and I do not want to,
because I do not know how I'd feel if I did.
My anger for you is no more consistent than the tide
rising and falling; the breath of the sea.
I am not mad at you so much as tired of you.
You are a lead coat now, that I long to remove.

I hope that you are angry.
I hope that you are stubborn and cold
it will make hating you so much easier.
If you are weak and apologize I think it would destroy me.
But this is my secret weakness, not for you to know.
So I shall speak of it no longer,
and return to goading you into anger.

You have twisted me, Crooked Tooth,
pushed me beyond where I was,
broke me into pieces, and left me alone to pick them up.
But the cuts you have drawn upon my skin
with your smile and your laugh merely sting.
Thankfully they are not so deep that they will scar,
and for that I smile.
It is good to know that Time will come and sweep you from my heart,
and that I will be left with nothing to remember you by.
Not even the pain you've caused
is enough to make you more than a momentary memory.

So hate me, if you can, and I will hate you.
Ignore me and I will do the same.
But love me...
Love me and I will leave you,
laughing as you cry.

There is nothing more here.
I am done
with you,
your pain,
your leaky friendship,
and your ugly crooked tooth.

AcB 12.4.00