I feel it in the pit of my stomach.

I know the feeling quite well.

It’s really good at festering

And yields bitterness

            Disinterest

            Disdain

            A little bit of hate

Hate you

Hate me

Sick of you

Sick of me

Sick to my stomach

A small rock

            Stone

            Boulder

Why do I bother.

I want to break this pattern.

I did it to myself again.