Aftermath

The hours have passed,
The time has flown.
The love has died,
The pain has gone.
Now what is left
is anger and hatred.
I feel like killing you
for the mistakes you have made.

You were a bastard.
An insensitive bloke.
You treated me like filth
and called me a whore.
Yet, I loved you.
Caressed you in my arms,
Thought you were disturbed.
And hoped that you’ll love me
Once life is in form.
But everything was right.
Except that your love was a show.
You just wanted my body
And did not notice my soul.

Now that you have left
I am free.
I like what I am
I like what I see.

Your love was a burden
Some shit that did I not need
Cause now I am happy
And can be the real me.
You had changed me into a doll,
Something plastic and immaterial.
And now that you are gone
Life seems much more real.

So go ahead, don’t look back,
Don’t waste your time.
Cause without you my love
I will do just fine.

Again, one of my old old writings which resulted out of my sudden creative impulses. But, i quite like this one. :D