Resting Bitchface

I miss the way
we used to pass one another,
eyes never meeting,
greetings never exchanged.
When you open your mouth,
I imagine you dead,
with flies on your tongue,
instead of words.
I find that I hate you
more than I wish I did,
not because I want to love you,
but because you aren’t worth my hate,
aren’t worth my thoughts.
Get you gone,
back to a place
where I did not know you
and did not have to forget you,
because I did not
quite notice you exist.

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