I'd Rather be Hated

Don't love me
Don't love my poetry
I'd rather be hated.

Watch you unsettle on a crumpled sheet
Every time I pen one more of your untold silences
Watch your jawline go hard; clenched fists, clenched teeth
Every time I walk into your darknesses, one last and one more
Watch you wipe the single silent tear you thought you had hid well
Every time I unwrap yet another of the bygone novels you had pretended to have forgotten


Fables have been loved for too long

I'd rather be hated...