To my Bio Lab Groupmate:
Did you know that one too many “shut ups”
One too many “you’re so annoying”
One too many “just let me see your homework”
One too many “I bet you don’t even know what that means” Could teach someone resentment?
You relished every word you spat
Knowing they were sharper than glass
Hoping to break my mind into millions of fragments Like the splintered pieces of peanut brittle I hate.
And I hate to say it
I hate to give you the satisfaction
I hate to give you the congratulations
Because you succeeded.
Time doesn’t heal.
Two years later and there’s still gaping holes that you punctured Into my pride, my self-respect
And my eyes can’t seem to forget the sensation of hot tears That should’ve dried long ago.