ninety-one

i fucking hate you for reading it
you knew it, you knew you'd hit us all
you're thinking you're better.
that still-contented smirk
drunk off your own goodness
i hate you because i wanted it to be for me
i thought it was mine, ours
it wasn't
it was all for someone else
you, probably--you and all of those things
those girls you never knew
you didn't know me
you fucker, you fucker
you read it and didn't think of me
you've forgotten everything