Her.

I hate this girl;

I detest her, 

I despise her.

She reminds me of someone, 

Someone who I’ve known from day one,

Like the familiarity between the moon and the sun. 

Our souls intertwined as one, too similar to differentiate. 

I want to, but I can’t bring myself to appreciate,

Especially her in that bitter, melancholy state. 

A bird with a broken wing, 

The night sky without stars, 

Is like a girl with a broken heart, 

A missing puzzle piece. 

I hate this girl;

I detest her, 

I despise her.

She reminds me of someone, 

Someone who I’ve known from day one. 

Maybe, just maybe, she reminds me, of me.