WHEN YOU HATE ME
I detest seeing your face
Covered it may be of lace
I would rather forget you
As you would like to do
Your hurting words still haunt me
Your deviant acts devoid of antiquity
Your careless comments about my life
Had cut me deeper than a butcher's knife
Sad it may be but I sometimes wish you will fall
Splatter your fluids in the dreary land and wall
I would rather receive a punch from you than a hug
Then squish you like an annoying, little bug
The canvass of my heart has become tainted
As it is now with hate being painted
But I do not want to remain this way
Having an unforgiving heart in disarray
10:12-10:23, Sunday, 103022
YOU ARE READING
Deciphering Life
PoesíaIn this collection, the author documents her life through writing poems after experiencing a major heartbreak, becoming a single mom, restructuring frayed relationships and reinventing her lost spirituality. Delve into rhythmical lines as she weaves...
