Hate

Do you remember the days we spent?
smiling along the town as a couple
as a love
that blossomed from a flower of innocents
turning into more
I held you for days and months
fumbling under your command
just to have that feel of your hand
drifting softly into mine like a ballet
of dances
and my warm lips touched yours,
making an orchestra arise,
only for us to hear.
But right when I'm conformable with this
with you
I rise to see its gone..
that your anger pushes hate unto your every action, your life.
Hurt haristed itself by you
making the world dark shadows..
so I pitched a letter to the gods
in hope to never have anyone like you again.
anger abrupt me as you said your first goodbye
and as other hateful garbage smells up your taste buds
I hold my head to the stars
saying, "I deserve better."
But inside I know "I deserve you."
I began to pray to have the house we dream of, the children we planned,
even if it meant being unhappy.
I'd be your everything if you be my princess..
and I would carry you to the end of the world to make your smile rise among others..
because I was yours.
But you left me alone..
tears dripping softly down my blood shot eyes,
and you watched again... only to show a hurtful anger.
why oh why?