'H' is for Hopelessly

In the yellow creases of bound novels
Eating shadows under the candlelight,
And faraway from frosted windows
Where legends dance 'round forest campfires
Witnessed by the older-than-magic moon,

In the sway of your robes and the swoop of your messengers
It's the same old sappy story.
Girl loves everyone
And boy loves girl.

I hate the way
The universe unfolds before you
Fortune climbs towards you
Like a puppy, playing to catch that honey gaze.

I hate the peals of daytime laughter that interrupt my midnight
And how you come splashing through the trees
Defying logic, as usual
As if grace when accomplishing the impossible
Was something natural
(And for you, that's probably the case.)

I hate your kindness
At times when I deserve so much less
Snakelike, I slither and curl
Avert my eyes in self-detest.

I hate the reason in your words
The clarity
The way you bring the rest of us back to reality with a smile or an incline of your head.

I strongly dislike
Your inconsistent, odd sense of humour
(I strongly dislike it, and I hate it, too.)

And most of all I hate
That sweet egalitarianism.
Because I want more than anything
To be special to you.