Dirty thoughts

I hated his dirty thoughts

I hated his stained carpet

And the smell on his walls that stayed on my skin

No matter how many times I washed it off

I hated the way his life shrank alarmingly because of his lack of courage

I hated the force he used to take mine

But most of all,

I hated carrying his pain

I hated speaking and hearing his voice instead

I hated thinking and hearing his thoughts instead