You |
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I let another feel my skin….
Realizing they were not your hands..
I grew cold upon the touch
For this….
I Hate You.
He spoke to me sweet, promising words
Of love and life….reminiscent of the distant echo of
Your voice
I could not listen.
For this
I Hate you.
Try as I may to give myself to one more deserving,
I can not. With your assault so complete, The rape of my soul.
My heart. My life. Done with no remorse, no conscience, and no thought.
For these
I Hate You.
You promises not kept,
Words turned ugly,
Neglect so thorough
For all of this and more..
I Hate You.
For the love I selflessly gave to you
and you took and took from me....
I Hate YOU.
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