And Forth

I don’t know you,

but I hate you.

Once,

I saw him smile at you.

I wished

a piano would fall on your face.

I don’t know you,

but I hate you.

Once,

he was sweet to you.

I wished

you would be pushed in front of a bus.

I don’t know you,

but I hate you.

Once,

he touched you with kindness.

I wished

I could cut you myself.

I don’t know you,

but I hate you.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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