A love poem. sort of.
This poem is to all of the people who I've let into my life time after time to hurt me again and again.
There were several, all wrong in their doings.
They where chapters in my life but in theirs...I was only pages.
I Wish I Could Hate You.
I never stopped caring, you did.
Cut, cleanse, rid.
You’re like a swinging door
And everything you do is according to your bore.
The case is open and shut
Not a single if, and, or but.
The pain still hasn’t stopped
But yours always triumphed or topped.
It’s always about you
And the rest is history, it’s through…
You’ve caused and helped caused me pain
But it’s okay because it’s kept you sane.
You’re so wrapped up in yourself, almost suffocating because of your own skin.
You’re fine as wine, living in sin.
I’ve kept the secrets and hid the evidence
Just so you could keep your decadence.
I’ve torn myself to pieces all for you
But it’s never enough, I fear it’s true.
You have caused a collection of scars and inflicted so much devastation and harm.
You can’t even look at me anymore…not my face, my neck, my back, my legs, or my left arm
Because you know that you could have prevented it all.
It’s all about you, standing so very proud and tall.
You caused this wreckage and walked away
But if only away you would stay…
I did this all out of love and you did it all out of greed
Each one of you needing to fulfill your need.
You don’t care about cause and effect,
Only if it is you who it will affect.
I wish I could hate you but it’s so hard after having loved you,
I’ve spoken my piece, it’s over and through.