Loss of . . .
Rage . . .
Anger . . .
Fear . . .
Love . . .
Those are what I feel.
Confusion . . .
Tears . . .
Loss of mind . . .
Love.
I hate this thing called love.
It makes no sense.
I can't believe this.
I am crying.
I don't cry.
Especially over something, someone like this.
You treated me unbearably.
But, I saw past all that.
I said that there was a deep side to you.
I said that it was a deep side that nobody else saw.
I was wrong.
I thought that your fist,
Your temper,
Showed that you loved me.
Oh, was I wrong!?
Love doesn't hurt physically like this,
Love doesn't kill you.
You hit me hard.
They said I am dying.
Some way of showing you love me.
You hit me.
Just look at me.
Look at what you have done to me.
My heart is dying . . emotionally . . .
And I am dying because of you!
Some love.
Anger
Fear
Rage
Loss of mind
Loss of heart
Loss of love
Loss of life.
This is dedicated to one of my ex-lovers - you know who you are
