I could sit and curse your name
for all the things you've done to me
and put you in your place.
And still I wouldn't be happy.
If I didn't sleep or eat
I would take over a year.
I'd count every little mistake
any stupid lie
each broken promise
all your pretend fights.
I don't think there was a day
when I was really happy
and these are the things
I will count against you
I'll even count the things you will say
And the times you didn't let me be
Things you wouldn't let me do
and for not trying
that hurt me too
and for not listening
that made me cry
and for fighting me
you made me feel weak
for acting the way you did
that made me look down on you
and for not being there
mostly for that too
and for not understanding
that I will never forgive
and I will sit here and curse you
and through these words
I'm letting you know
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