I hate Summer. I hate her crooked teeth.
I hate her 1960s haircut. I hate her knobby
knees. And I hate her cockroach-shaped splotch
on her neck. I hate the way she smacks her lips
before she talks. And I hate the way she sounds
when she laughs.
The trees used to just be green. Just green.
And now they have white flowers on them. The
sun used to hardly even be there; I never noticed
it. Now its rays blind me, but in the best way
My hand feels soft and perfect where it sits in
yours. When we sit at the movies, we laugh and
play with the pop corn.
Talk to me in the bathroom, tackle me in a bed,
rub my thighs at night, and stroke my hair when
I'm asleep. But never tell me you love me.
Drinking coffee with a newspaper, sitting on
the bed playing Superman, sex in the shower. It's
all so much fun.
Nothing has a deeper meaning unless you look hard