Looking in the past, I wished to blame someone.
Not remembering how to love, feelings of confusion made me numb.
I chose to look at their faults, ignoring there gracious love
The hate pulled me in, I fell like a dove.
Alone now on a quiet hill, my spine runs a chill.
Thinking of myself first seemed so right,
It was my great discourse, that shoved me from the light.
Memories fail me, pushed to the sublime,
Denial is my favorite tool, the hate fades with time.
Did I really hate you that much, was it worth the time wasted,
All that is left now is the bitterness tasted.
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