Today is your birthday.
I think I hate you this |______________________________________ extent to infinity –>) much.
If it was your deathday would I be happier?
Would I be lonelier?
But the world would be one person fewer, and
the burning pit of hatred in my lungs
would turn from raging flames
I wish you the best,
Why have you done to me?
Written at 6:56 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while debating a trip to the mall to buy swim trunks.