There are days when I hate to love you.
When you are the only thing that makes me go crazy
while I'm trying to keep calmly sane.
There are days when you are painfully beautiful.
When I look at you and think to myself
'I have only one wish.'
But these days are far and few between now.
I saw at you today.
I felt anger in an instant.
I felt betrayal.
I felt something
far too close
to hate.
Because you are not what I once thought you were.
Where once I saw beauty,
I now see a something raw.
Like an open wound trying to heal.
Festering with rot, and immeasurable pain.
I see lies.
While you try to disguise
all that is in your soul.
And I see that you are truly only out for yourself in this world.
I see that I have gone
far too long
with trying to make you happy.
All the while
not finding my own way.
How much longer can this go on?
How much longer can I sit back,
and give you the world.
And you willingly take it.
without question,
nor concern
for my own?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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