Favorite

my favorite nights were the ones where we stayed in

which happened quite often because you always said you hated people

we would drink your mom’s wine on the couch

and intertwine our limbs until we became one

when we did leave the safety of your house

we were still only interested in each other

a crowded, wild party next to you

felt like only a party of two

my favorite dates were the ones where

you would cook me dinner

we hardly ever went out

you always said you hated people

when we did go out to eat

we spent too much time

laughing and in deep conversation

to really taste our food

my favorite sundays were the ones we spent in your bed

we had things to do

but we rarely got them done

you always said you hated people

when we did leave the warmth of your red comforter

we were still in our own little world

dreary errands were no longer such

but instead fun filled adventures next you

after several months by your side

i too began to hate people

none of them were ever as marvelous

as you

as time went on

you seemed jaded

tired of me perhaps

and things took a wrong turn

love turned to

hatred

adventures turned to

fights

you always said you hated people

i just never thought

that you would be capable

of hating me too