Love and Hate

I can still remember the day
when I found out about her lies—
her deceit and false pretenses—
and I had always thought she loved me.

Yet how can I believe that?
Her love is now tainted
by a lack of respect.
Do my feelings mean nothing?
I just can’t understand
how one could be so cruel.

And still she continues
to profess her love for me,
while I’m left to drown
in these conflicting desires—
right now love and hate are one.

I just can’t stand by
and watch as she poisons herself;
slowly succumbing to the falsehoods
that her so-called friends are feeding her,
killing her slowly but surely.

I weep for what I have lost—
just imagine the pain
of having your love torn from you
as you struggled vainly
to force her to see the truth.

But she cannot face that now;
she never was very strong,
and now that she’s found euphoria
in venomous substances
that haunt her waking hours,
I fear she will never recover—
just stay lost in this prison
she’s slowly building around
her aching and damaged heart.

If only she would turn to me for help,
but apparently my words of hope
are not enough for her fragile soul.
I still love her, but my heart is clouded
with hate for what she has done—
will I ever forgive the one
who stole my very innocence,
and the happiness I once called friend?

Perhaps someday she will learn,
but for now I must let her go…
I cannot watch as she silently slips
down that wretched path…

I cannot watch her kill herself,
because that is what she is doing—
and I can do nothing to stop her.