Get Out

Hate your face and hair and eyes and nose

And the way you make my blood run cold

Hate the way you never even cared

And the way you left me so deterred

Hate the way I ruined my world

And how not once was I ever your girl

Hate when every morning we pass your home

I hate how you never seem truly gone.

August 08, never finished but I thought I got what I was looking for.