The thought of you leaves a taste in my mouth so bitter when I dare to speak your name.
Yet, sweet memories of time passed leave my confused heart aching to see you come running at my call.
I wish I could hate you with all the strength I’ve been gaining to be free of your hold.
Then I wish you’d been wise enough to treasure the gift God granted, bestowed when you were so undeserving.
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