Running with the Seelies/ I Hate Myself

blessed with the devil's sinister grace

and gifted with the angel's reflection.

the inability to lie brings an innocent mirage on her face.

you let the dead look in her eyes slip away from your attention.

you've been seeing her in your dreams,

but she'll still be there when your reality is set aflame.

I hate myself for putting a significance to your presence.

I hate myself for not being able to avoid you.

I'm tired of hoping your gaze is looking my way.

I'm tired of acknowledging this time waste.

You haven't even done anything wrong.

And you barely even know me at all.

Which leads to my self-hatred for not hating you.