[ WP ] The most hateful , spiteful , bitter confession of undying love .

Mind if I take a different approach? It's infatuation but also hate: hate because he never loved her. 
 
 I'm hanging from the walls, trailing onto the floor, swimming in smoke. The room is filled with his breath and hers, it hits me hard and bitter and rusts my eyes. He's kissing her in the drunken sweat, a smile dripping from his lips, a fag still in his fingers. And I'm watching. 
 
 Nothing ever came of me, when he left. When he spat on my body and stomped on my skin with crow black, slick shoes. His spiked tongue ravished me and then I was nothing. 
 
 She laughs inwardly, her hair of wires collapse in front of her face. Her sweet little spice: speckled with gold freckles and embroidered with green eyes. Fuck you. 
 
 He drapes his hands on her waist and my head lolls. Their fingers grip harder onto each other as the air gets heavier, until I'm drunk, until I'm blind, until I'm crumbling. Stop. And then I'm tearing at my skin, I'm trembling and sweating. 
 
 `` I hate you.'' I whisper through my breath. Then he's over me and he's hitting me and she's laughing. She's laughing. 
 
 So I'm hanging from the walls, trailing onto the floor and swimming in the smoke.
