When I remember you it is not with love, but contempt.
When I think of your face all my joy is spent.
I remember your voice with obvious malice,
And gladly would I drink thy blood from a golden chalice.
When I see you in my mind’s eye I feel dread and fear.
I recall your words cold and incinsere.
I only have to think once and I could weep,
For the way you left was less than sweet.
I just hear your name and I bristle with rage.
On your body I could lay a terrible siege.
When I smell your scent I have the urge to scream
And when I have nightmares, it is of you I dream.
No word of kindness from my lips shall escape.
No praise from me whose soul you did rape.
I would curse you to Hell with all my good cheer,
But I know well you will end up here.
January 6, 2010
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