to the boy with blue eyes,

you snuck in through my open window and brought me chocolates and roses. i threatened to call the cops, but you knew that was a weak threat. you stayed with me and apologized so much that it became clockwork. you noticed how weak i've become and fed me food. you spent time with me and i fucking despise that.

i hate you so much, blue eyes. it physically pains me when you're next to me. i just want to cry and yell at you.

why me? i'd shout. what's so good about me that you're still here?

i can never say that out loud, though. i just let you do the talking.

sincerely,
- seto