There is Hate Here

Yay I need to get out of this angry hearache poetry slump oh well here have some more

I’ve been told

How I was close to perfect

But then again I should have just told you

                                Perfection

                Doesn’t exist

 

I’m one of those vindictive types

                And I hope someday

You will regret your decisions

                Because I’m not coming

                                Crawling back to you

 

I know how much you want that

                Power

                                Trip

And it won’t be

                Over me

 

You may not even think you’re a heart

                           Breaker

But you did all too good at

                Shattering

                                Mine

There might be hate

                Here

My heart

 

Yeah there is hate here

                I could tell it to you in

                                                Stories

However I have no drive

                To write them

                                Down

 

So instead I only find time

                To grouse over

The emptiness you left in my

Chest

 

I won’t go so far as to

                Tell you about

The love you snatched away

Or if that

                Hate

You find there

 

Has no one’s name

                But

                                Yours

Printed over it

 

However

Maybe

                Just

                                Maybe

 

You’re the one who makes me

                Sick

                                Thief of innocence

Or maybe

It’s not hate at all

Author's Note

everything here is intentional