Longing

You know
I hated you,
right?

Or maybe you just
kept on walking
as you
flipped that bob of
shiny auburn hair
at yet another guy-

never knowing
I was seething.

All your smiles
your laughs
those sparkles in your eyes

every time.

Every time you saw him.

I hated you.

You admitted
that you
knew I liked him.

Knew I
loved him,
even.

And yet you
carried on.

How could
you torture
me
that way?

HOW?

I hated you…