as you push a freshly-sliced apple

through your lips,

those same lips you

spat through, seething lies that I

pushed tears out of my eyes for.

I hate how your eyelashes flutter upward

as obscene sounds float out

through your lips

those same lips that

tried to kiss me on the mouth once or twice

but I'm no sailor.

I hate how you deny everything.

I hate how you call it a phase.

I hate how you said I was your experiment.

I hate how you said that you loved me.

I hate it   I hate it   I hate it

and I hate that I still love you.