MOTE FOUR

I hate being your friend.

I hate wasting time at movies

and dinners

and late nights on the phone

talking about nothing

but your current events

what you're seeing

who you're doing.

I hate what we do

and how we do it.

I hate myself in your company

over and over again

in the hopes I don't scream.

I hate this

and I hate you for doing this to me

even after all this time

but if that's all that's available,

if this is what's left for you to give

then I think we both know

that I'll take it.