Her

She is the only thing I hate. She is so much prettier than me. She is everything I'm not. She has sun kissed skin. Eyes of Earth and gold. Dark long curly hair you get lost in. She has a past with him that I could never share. She has a place in his heart that I could never fill. I hate her for being so utterly undeniably infatuating. She can have his attention without begging and pleading or competing. He has never looked at me like he did her. She walks by and his eyes just wanders her body in want. I hate her for being so stunning. She puts me to shame. Any picture I have she has taken just better. I hate her for knowing how to make him laugh in a way I never could. I hate her for making jokes that you must have an inside pass for. I hate her for stealing him so easily. She is nothing more than a thrift. I hate her because I will never be like her. She is everything I'm insecure about. I hate her for making him want to lie to me. I hate her for being so amazing he has to lie to me about the past he had with her. I hate her for the secrets I know they share. I hate her because in his deep thoughts she is all he can think about. I hate her for having had fun with him. I hate her.