It Just Makes Me Sick

You make me sick.
She makes me sick.

I hate you for not doing anything wrong. I hate you for not giving me a reason to be mad.

I hate her for being there. I hate her for forgiving you.

I hate you both for being close. I hate you both for making me feel second best.

I hate myself for not being enough to kill your friendship. I hate myself for feeling irrational. I hate myself for being selfish.

Mostly I just hate her, and I wish she'd just go away...