I'm staring at you
from across the room
through a glass of barley.
You’re standing there bitter and ugly
because I don't want you to be beautiful
that's why you aren't
and you never will be
because spite is a bitch.
When you should have been silent
your ugly thoughts sounded too loud in my head.
Do you enjoy the solitude?
I believe so...
you tried it twice.
Your attention was always in the wrong place.