Perspective I love her I love her toe nails that are always a beautiful shade of green, like a forest in the spring. I love her long legs that go on for miles on end. I love her curves, defined by the most talented sculptor on the planet I love her birth mark placed on her collar bone, she claims has the shape of a flower... I love her chin that turns out just the slightest bit, like the man in the moon. I love her brown eyes, that shine like the stars. And I love her curly blond hair, like sand whipped in the wind I love her. I hate her. I hate that terrible shade of green on her toe nails that looks like vomit. I hate her lanky pale legs that made her taller than me. I hate her curves that make her look like a mountain range. I hate her birth mark that just looks like a blob even though she won't shut up about it being a flower. I hate her chin that bulges out of her head and makes her look like a man. I hate her eyes that stare blankly at me without color or warmth. I hate her limp hair, it's always a frizzy mess. I hate her.