Echoes

In my mind, you are the sum of all the things I never told you. I practice all the things I wish I had screamed at your ugly face. I think up new ways to hate you. I meditate on the reasons you were right. I plan a complex and intricate revenge. I compare you to all the evil men in history. When someone speaks your name I instinctively become defensive and angry. I wish I could hate you completely without a trace of pity or doubt. You are mine enemy, for you hath done me wrong.