The Fire In Me

My imagination

When I see you walk past me

I Secretly imagine you falling into the ground

Never to be seen again.

Hate is a fairly strong word

That's why I only use it when I speak of you

The ground you walk on, I Hate

The air that you  breath, I Hate

I've never felt like this before towards anyone

And I am quite ashamed that I feel this way

Because I was taught to love and forgive

But its hard to forgive the one that hurt you to no end

I pray that this feeling will be one day taken from me

But until then, I will still imagine you falling in a pit of fire

Screaming for help, stretching your hand out to be grabbed

And I would grab it, look you in the eye, and let you go.

I would watch you fall into that pit.

Waving to you on your way down.