Can’t hate you because I won’t let myself
Become taken over by bitterness
Refuse to allow you the headspace
You’d love
To take up
I can be angry that is bearable
It’s something I can breathe through
If I allow myself to hate you
I become the person you tried to make me
My freedom of thought is impaired
Because
I let it be
So you won’t feel the satisfaction of that emotion
That is what you always hoped for
You may have got many wishes granted
You may be Teflon coated so nothing sticks
When you put on the poor me act
Rub the lamp, genies grant wishes
This is the vengeful desire you seek
The wish won’t
materialise ever.
I’d say sorry for that, but I’m not
So I won’t lie, like you do.
Ailsa
ailsacawley 