Morning
A fifth dream
I was shouting at her
So relieved and hurt at the same time
I threw an umbrella at her
She seemed to like my anger and agony
How could she enjoy this fight?!
Someone was watching us fight
but really not doing anything just watching
Its like a heavy cross on my back
She altered my perception of forgiveness
She made me as cold as ice
Only to her
I do not want to be a hater
But she encouraged me to become one
One day
I want this hate to end.
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