First Feelings Of Hatered... Poem by meghan harrington

My hatered grows each waking day.
I fell for him, to my dismay.
I knew that he was wrong for me,
Yet i thought fitted me to a T.
How wrong was i to think those things,
I felt that he could give me wings.
But now i see the truth of lies,
my feelings for him were my demise.
Locked away in secret,
my hidden feeligs sit.
Thrown away in darkness,
like to the end of a bottomless pit.

I know in truth its all my fault,
my lacking way of love.
I now know hate through this dreaded pain,
I should have known I'd get no gain.
Gain of love and care.