i hate you.

ink and chemicals,
60 dollar co pays.
tell me you love me?
“i love you.”
soaked handkerchiefs and
blood spotted tissues.
do you think i’m good enough?
coffee stains,
a battered copy of
lolita.
i asked, do you
think i’m good enough?
“you’re perfect.”
water proof mascara and
torn contact lenses.
screaming, begging,
do you love me?