Poetry

Be yourself in all things you do.
You are fortunate to be alive
After all the things that you have done to me.....

Hatred and contempt over cloud your judgement and at times you take it out on me.


Why must you be so stubborn and emotionally abusive to me
Did I not say I would stick by you til the end?
I have kept my promise but you treat me like a bag of dirt
Use some then throw it all away.


I loved you once but now the flowers are in bloom and I haven't enough time to weigh in on my feelings.
Love is blind but you read braille............get it?


I just want you to know I have no afternoon agenda here.
So please leave out the same door you came in and do it peacefully.

Maybe, I sound harsh but I have told you in so many ways...I do not love you anymore

So you end your own life and I am left to pick up all the puzzle pieces.  


It is called hurt...........