Vodka Worte

I hate her. I hate her perfekt legs. I hate her beautiful eyes and her full lips. I hate her style and her hair. I hate the nicknames you once told me and you're now telling her, the jokes you make together. I hate how happy you are when you are with her, just like happy we were. I hate her laught that sounds like crying. I hate the way she is acting and speaking to you. I really hate her but mostly I hate that I can't cange anything, because you replaced me.