I hate him because.

I hate him because.

A Poem by SamTunis
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This is a sort of a free poem that does not really apply to any rules. It is just an outlet for a few feelings I had to get off my chest. It is about my story with denial.

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There were times when I intensly hated him.
But none of them were as intense as I do hate him now.
I hate him for soothing all the pains in my life with a kiss.
I hate him for the safety I felt into his arm.
I hate him for the little bits of oblivion he brought to me everytime he put my hand in his.
I hate him for the sinful pleasure that filled me everytime we were together.
I hate him because I did not realise how much he meant to me.
I hate him because now I do.
I hate him because now he has to leave me.
I hate him because all I want is to be with him.
I hate him because fate is a w***e.
I hate him. And I hate myself more.
He hurt me to create a void in my heart so he could find a place to stay.
He hurt me because he made the void bigger every single day.
And I know he will hurt me more.
Because the void is bigger than before.
And now I have to stay alone, with the many voids in my heart. Perfect places for evil to leak in, for horror to leak in, for grudge to leak in.
Welcome back , Apathy!
Now I will no longer feel human, again.

© 2015 SamTunis


Author's Note

SamTunis
I did not care much about how this would sound, when I was writing it.
As you notice, there is nothing so sophisticated about it.
Just a few lines that tell how I feel in the most simple way.
Thank you for your reviews.

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Added on April 5, 2015
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SamTunis
SamTunis

Monastir, Sahel, Tunisia



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