Trapped In The Margins

I hate you.

Plain and simple, isn’t it?

No, because nothing is ever plain or simple.

This deeply rooted hate stems from a place of even greater love.

A love that was ruined by a revelation.

A revelation that involved an adulterous affair and a child born out of wedlock.

The signs were there all along.

The fights were always a grandiose affair.

Now we’re left in the wasteland you made but I protected.

This rage has burned far too long.

Everything ends eventually.