Him.

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I'm angry. At you. I had hopes and dreams. And you threw it all away. For what? Money? Power? You have no one left. No family or friends. No job. But even though I'm angry, I hope you're well. I hope you never have to know what it feels like to be like me. I hope she never has to feel like I do. Yes, I'm angry. I tired of you, and your problems. I'm mad you made me this way. So scared, and broken. But I do not wish you any harm, just as I wish you do not cause them harm. I know you, you don't want to hurt me. But you will hurt anyone in your way to get me. Let me go. Let them go. And go. I hope you find peace. Love. Happiness. Life. But I do wish you learned from what you did.

And I hate you.

And I don't.

Leave me alone. Let me live. Grow. You're stopping me. Everything reminds me of you, even me. My scars, my bruises, fear, that's all you. You cut me with a blade that won't heal.

And yet, I can't find it in myself to hate you the way I should.

Yes, you hurt me. You... touched me. You did things a normal person should never have to experienced. You should be in jail, rotting for your crimes. But in a way, it isn't your fault. When you break, it isn't your fault. Well, yeah it kinda is, but it's a part of you. It's something that cannot be fixed with doctors or medication. It is something that has been attached to you, and will never go away. But you have chosen to let it control you. You have done this, to me, to her,  to every person that will be hurt by you and your actions.

I hate you.

I will never feel safe in my life again. If you leave, you're still here. You are a part of me that will never go away. And the scars I have prove it. You did this to me. You hurt me, to a point that I will never be okay again.

But I also cannot hate you.

You have taught me much. Like how looks can deceive you. Or actions and words cut deep. Or even the people you love can turn right around to stab you in the back. Now it's hard for me to trust someone. I can't befriend anyone without having a fear that they will leave like you. Like you made everyone who loved me leave.

I hate you.

But...

I wish you happiness.
I wish you hope.
I wish you purpose.

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