Fuck....

I've never been about spite. But I hate you. You can't begin to understand me. I always approach with open hand and open mind. But you will never know me. You'll never know my genius and my faults. You'll never know the laughs or the life I bring. You'll never know the happiness I make. The smiles that last for miles after I speak. You don't have seconds or minutes to spare. You don't have the mind or heart to care. You speak false proclamations and declarations. You claim to bleed and die for certain things. But you pass by them as you walk the street. You're impressed by color and inches. You're impressed by lies and speeches. I could dice my heart on a deli slicer and one piece would be more than you could ever handle. I wish I could see you age and wrinkle. Fade out like a star.