The mirror tauntsShowing you,My sludgy little monster,Oozing vicious pusIn between my terrified eyebrows.I can feel your redHeart—Possessive. Hardheaded. And unwillingTo let go in the faceOf our unrequited love.Can’t you die? Can’t you die? Can’t you die and leave me be? Was it loveThat brought you here,My wretched fiend?You appearedAfter I stayed up all nightJust to … More To Pimply, With Hate (Poem)