His Lust

by Fonteini Tzouveleki

I hate the way he looks at me and bites his lip.

I hate the way he never thanks me when I call a taxi to take him home

I hate the way his answers have become shorter

I hate how cool he acts with his friends

I hate how violent he can be

I hate his busy schedule

I hate how little he cares for me

I hate how I’m a prize to his friends

I hate how it’s always about him and never me

I hate how he comments on my slightly cross eyed eyes

Or my chapped lips

Or my lack of a booty

I hate how he says his brother tells him I’m ugly

And he almost believes him

I hate how every time we kiss at a public place

He unzips my shirt all the way down

For everyone to admire the goddess he got.