i bet you don't even know

i get so frustrated. so angry. pyssed and fed up.
i hate you sometymes. most tymes. all the tyme.
i let you get to me and twyst and wrythe.
i see you there, in my head. agayn and agayn.
i try to tell myself that you are a fucker. that you do it all on purpose
i thynk you are playing games with me. with my head - my heart.

but...

i bet you don't even know.

i can't help but wonder if it really is all just in my head.
i worry that i'm hating you with no real reason.
i know i told you it was over. you asked - i said t'was. fuck me
i would lyke to thynk that you aren't such a jerk. an asshole.

but...

i bet you don't even know.

i hate you
i often hate you
i see you in the streets - and i hate you.
i smyle and i laugh and can't help my heart for skypping a beat
i act lyke eveythyng is perfect and that nothing is awry.

but...

i bet you don't even know.

i think i...
i fear i...

i know i should stop wryting right now.

hic extraneus sum