I hate how you look when you talk about her, your blue eyes wide with excitement as you talk about her latest adventure, how funny she is, how you're so happy with her. I hate how she clings to you when it's convenient and stomps all over your heart with her tiny Nike cheerleader shoes whenever you're down. I hate how you're so desperate for her attention and chase her around like some lost puppy dog. I hate how you talk to me when she's not there and then won't even look at me when she calls your name. I hate how I want you to love me, my boy with the blue eyes, who will never really be mine.
But the boy with the brown eyes listens. He listens to my various hates of you and her. He hates how I talk about you, and cling to you, and chase you around like some lost puppy dog. He hates how I let you stomp all over my heart with your baseball cleats whenever I'm down.