"She ran down the forest slope."

Sadly, but truly you are still beautiful

and I miss the crinkle of your eyes when you smiled that crooked smile

and that chink in your armor in which you almost let me in.

But I don't look at you and smile anymore.

I look at you and I hurt. Profoundly.

and I look at others with such immature prejudice

and I can honestly say that I know what it is to hate someone you love at the same time.

Lately I hate seeing others smile. I'm selfish and I like it. I'm sinking and you can't stop it. I'm forcing myself to keep trudging and I will persevere. But for now I'll allow myself a five minute break and wallow.

 I can't help but hate most of them. Regret most of them. Sometimes I wish I never met some of them. 

I could scream a thousand curses at you, but where would that get me? 

I have to move on, I have to learn to love all over again.