Life with Lo

The hatred lies within my bones.

I swear to my God, that I won’t let this go.

You single-handedly broke all two hundred and six.

I hope you got your sadistic fix.

You’re a monster of the deep,

and one that left me with no more tears to weep.

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I’ll sit with resentment.

It’ll be my new right-hand man.

When you ask why there’s evil in my eyes,

I’ll just say “You did this.”

A partnership is lost

and it’ll stay hidden.

For what monster you are,

we’ve already been bitten.

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You infected,

you injected;

your venom was perfected.

We can not recover,

for there is no known cure.

I will not recover,

and that I know for sure.

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I hope that neglected joy finds you,

like a serpent to an apple.

I hope it’s painful 

like a dull scalpel.

I hope it’s all consuming,

overwhelmingly confusing,

and brings you to the ground.

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I hope there’s no mercy

when you face the light.

I hope you meet your maker

and you stare Him in the face.

I hope you can provide explanations.

I hope you can look within.

I hope He shows you the power

of what could’ve been.

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It could’ve been bright,

it could’ve been lovely,

it could’ve been right;

could’ve been honey.

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I hope I find peace,

not equating to acceptance.

I hope I find strength,

and stop feeling less than.

I hope I move forward,

as that’s all I can ask.

I hope you stay still,

and remove your mask.