I hate that the memory of you is some times as permanent as the reality
that moments pass all to brief
when I do not think of you only to be swept away by some remnant that is
still tethered to my heart strings
Trying to move forward feels as if I am walking in shoes that have been mired
in concrete
trudging through the day to days as if nothing were wrong
I hate that every thing is wrong with out you
that the only time any thing felt right was in your arms
and I hate that I can not find a path that leads me to hate you
hate you for starting some thing you obviously had no intention of finishing
for creating the illusion that you were some thing you were not
for standing there and accepting the gift of my heart but never truly opening
that gift to see it for what it was
I want to hate you for kissing me with lips that were perfectly tailored to kiss mine
and I hate the fact that my body responded to just the mere presence of you in a room
but most of all I hate that you and I never crossed the threshold of half a chance
and now I will live in the hell my forever has become
with out you!
Author notes
For any one who has ever suffered the misery of carrying a torch that never truly got the chance to shine!
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