I want to forget
the things
that vex
me.
I'd rather
go on
with no memories
to haunt me.
I wish that
the people
that hate
and think
ill of me
didn't
keep a room
in my heart
because I'm
the idiot
who wishes
that everyone
could be as loving
and forgiving
as I am.
But they are not.
They are sick
in heart
and mind
and worst of all
in spirit.
I weep for them.
I weep for her.
I weep for him.
I don't often
pity
anyone...
but I am reminded
of the last
horcrux
laying in
it's death
throws
of agony
on the floor
sitting between
life and death
and it being
such a pitiful
thing
mewling on
the floor
as the last
of it's
pathetic life
drains
away.
What a sad
excuse for
humanity they
are...
that they
cannot let
anything go...
and become
something
better.
Pitiful.
But this poem
is the last
moment in my
human life
that they will
occupy a space
inside my soul.
Love has no place
for their
self loathing
and hatred.
and I AM
Love.
Who are you?
Reading this
poem?
Do you revile
the description?
Yet read
and watch
everything with
contempt
and judgement?
Then I have news
for you...
YOU ARE A FAN.
I hold a light
that you feel
separate from,
and this
is good news...
perhaps this
poem will
reach
what I could
not.
What you hate
is what you
love.
You cannot
hate without
love.
You are pitiful
not because
you are not
worthy,
but because
whatever it is
you can't
let
it
GO.
Everything you
ever wanted
in on the
other side
of it.
After today,
I will never
think of you
again...
but I am sure
that you
will have
me with
a permanent
condo
in your head
and heart...
Your prison
is of your own
making.
So don't
look at me
with that
contempt.
Crawl back
into your own
hole and either
find yourself
or become a
seed that
seeks the light
of love
and truth
that terrifies
you...
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