Hate

'I hate the way you don't meet my eyes - as though you really can't see me, right here at your side.
I hate the way you carelessly grip my hand and waist like I'm common farmyard livestock to herd.
I hate the way you drum your fingers in agitation upon your thigh as the holy man chants his verses - is there somewhere more deserving of your precious time?

Because more than anything, what I hate from the depths of my wailing, flailing soul, is the fact that by sunset you'll be my husband, and I'll be trapped here like this with you, until the day I fucking die.'

// A MewGulf x MileApo tale about true love's path to the castles in the sky. //