i (blank) you

i may be impulsive
but its working out just fine
i’m still a poet
even if you’re not my reader

when the wine lingers on your lips
for too long you say harsh words
that linger in my ears
for too long.

you said my writing wasn’t good,
maybe its not
but neither
is your parenting.

i fucking hate you.

i want this to be beautiful,
to let you know you’re ugly.

• Category: Poetry