i do not like you

i do not like the way you talk to him
i do not like the way that you are cute
why are girls so cute always so cute
like lily with her puffy hair and black eyeliner
and b-cup bra and the way she drew little doodles
and laughed softly and acted unintelligent as if the spelling of words was so elusive
that she could not find the letters in the space between her bangs

(then i went home with her
and saw all the maps on her walls all the stars
all the space inside her chest)

when you see us you act cute, you smile
when we joke about your unimportance
(you are not a part of this)
you laugh as if you are hurt

then say that you hope our happiness fades
(laugh)
that you hope our love dies
(smile)
you are joking but it is bitter

i hear the undertone in your words yelled from the concrete
maroon sweater wind sun he is blissfully unaware but
i want to turn around and yell back at you

i hope your happiness fades
i hope your love dies
slowly and loudly
without any smiles