| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| SUICIDE MOTE I hate your nose. And your hair. Your smile and your clothes. I hate how you look into my eyes, pretending to see something deep or important there, and tell me, "That's very smart." I hate when you smile at my stupid stories and laugh at my dumb jokes. I hate that you and your god forgive all my sins, and how you swear you care, and you'd never do anything to hurt me. I hate how you're good and sweet and considerate. I hate that you complete parts of me I forgot were missing, or never knew. I hate how you see me cry, and how you're the only one to do this to me. I hate that it took me so long to say this. And I really hate your husband. |