March #8

I can't help hating things
because she liked them.

I can't help talking to her
because she's a sweet poison.

I can't help wanting to absolutely murder her
because she liked you.

I can't help spending time with her
because she's around, I'm around, we're all around.

But I can help in ways.
I refuse
to open the bitch box.

I will not rant
about how she done me wrong.

I will recover
and I will smile,

and that will be punishment enough for her.

I am woman enough to know
how to inflict pain while seeming oblivious.

I may like her,
but she will be my victim.