I have reflected, I have thought,
About offenses you have wrought
and the awful mess of feelings left behind.
As I sat up, woken wide,
with my thoughts throughout night,
An anger woke within my inner light.
Altruistic, kind and giving;
Though I’m not so unforgiving,
For all of this I’m un-forgiving you.
You said sorry, as a ruse,
A platitude I now see through,
Before leaving me in silence just to stew.
I am angry, I am sick,
When I think of just how quick
I allowed myself to be a little game.
It is over, it is done.
You have had your twisted fun;
I have learned how low I never should have aimed.