This isn't a love poem
this isn't really any kind of poem
just a few questions i can't find the answer to.
I should be happy.
She really hurt me
She taught me a lot about what love is and isn't
It never really was love for her.
I should be happy that she is the one suffering now
Before i met her I would have delighted in her pain
I would have been glad that her new girlfriend broke up with her
I would have said I told you so,
When she started doing all those drugs again
I would have said who's crying now
But I can't anymore
It scares me to think I have compassion for her
Because she truly was the epitome of an evil woman
Not even a woman a dyke
I can not hate her anymore
I banish the thought that I need to save her
Maybe she still has a little of me
I pray that isn't so but
why can't I let her rot and die?
I know she would laugh at this and say I know you want me back
I know she wouldn't understand that I don't
Because she is always right
I am tore up at my failure to hate her
Maybe this is part of the proscess
Maybe this is what a woman has to go through to heal.
Anyone got any thoughts or advice?
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