Jelousy Is Close To Hate

your presnce makes me anger
your words make me fume,
my thoughts cant get past you,
all the force of a wall you keep me back
and at night in my sleep
at the thoughts of you my finger nails hack,
spork out my hope with all yor bittery jabs,
so why am i friends with you?

eyes as piercing as all your blades,
your promblems dumped
and my words erased,
clinging on way past the cause
you make me ahte even more,

1 part jelous 9 parts sick.
you throw you insults fast and thick
and while i write these soothing lines
your picture lingers in my mind,
menacing smile pasty lips,
and now my hate for you just sticks.

best friends to the end but im growing ever more bitter....