The Given Pain

I love you.

But I despise what you’ve done.

And you do not think that you’ve hurt anyone.

But I've been hurt

Because it harmed you.

I truly hate some of the things that you do.

You have a place in the depth of my heart.

Where from the inside your actions slash it apart.

From a whole to pieces that separate slowly.

My fractured heart aches, so I wish to be lonely.

If only I wasn’t bound by connection, affection, your mental projection.

With tension, the carried pains and the thoughts all cause my dejection.

If only I stood up, not fearing rejection.

Maybe then I could teach you a lesson.

Steer you clear of the road to depression.

To do so would be not short of a mission.

Which will never take place shall I never mention.