Hate

Like a slap, your swift exit stings me in its suddenness. How easily you seem to take what is so sweet and sincere and turn it into something rotten and cast aside. In that briefest of moments, I hate you. I hate that my strong and centered self has become a shapeless mass full of stupid and careless wishes. I cringe knowing I have left the softest part of myself open to one who could ravage it so cruelly without a second thought. If only the safe that held the past had not been reopened and released its foul unwelcome prisoner. Then freedom and strength would rule my world rather than sadness and desperation.