Hatred for him, Love for You.

An old poem from my previous account, retitled.

Once I was in love with someone
who I thought loved me more
then life, or air itself but then
I realize that he
did not, that he could not.

Stupid, psychopathic, idiotic,
moronic b*****d of a man who
took pleasure in making me feel
like I could take on the world, only
so he could bring me down again,
make me feel like less than the
s**t of the animals on the ground.

But now that love has turned to
fiery hate, a burning anger that
fills my soul and mind but I do not
let it overcome me.

I let it seethe and enflame me,
stirring me to make better my life,
but at first all I saw was darkness,
turmoil and pain.

I thought it was my fault, I blamed myself,
but now I know the truth, when You spoke it to me.

My love, my heart, my soul; the savior of my sanity.
How I adore You. But
You did it in such a harsh, callous way
that most would think to be hateful.

"You know, you really were a dumb b***h,"
but you said it so lovingly, so angry for my
pain that he
(d********g)
caused by his
stupidity, his arrogance, his
ignoring of my warnings. He didn't think of our son,
he didn't consider the Future.
But before I can start
to hurt from Your words, You speak words of
a cooling balm, that soothe my pain and
make righteous my anger to him.

"But I love you
anyway."

Author's Note

This is about my feelings toward my ex-boyfriend, the father of my child, and my thankfulness to my current (and only) man.