having never asked
and been never given
but for your empty promises
ready to require one thing
harbor the hate she should have
for in these past days it didn't grow
only an aching empty place
where you used to sit
holding together the pieces
of a girl's wounded heart
hate her for the space between
and the hugs she couldn't give
the smiles you couldn't see
the love you couldn't taste
hate her for inadequacies
so she can drown herself in suicidal alcohol
and she can go off
somewhere into the dark
and be only a memory
hate so she can let go
and be free to be dead
with a sad heart she asks for this
hate her enough for goodbye
w.g.s.
