I hate looking at you with incoherent thoughts flooding my sanity like a tsunami. Every time I see you it starts the same way. It’s your profile I see first as you’re talking to someone else and it’s like you can sense my eyes because you immediately turn to look at me. And it’s the sight of your eyes and lips in the light that comes the following, “Oh. Fuck. Shit. I hate you” before I look away and pretend that my thoughts were just ripples in a river. But my quickened pulse is a betrayal to my falsified calm.