Poem: Hate

I want to hate you, but I can’t.

I hate what you did.

I hate that you chose him.

I hate that there were others before him.

I hate that I can’t stop you right now.

I hate that I can’t save others.

I hate the damage you’ve caused.

I hate the pain we’ll have to undo.

I hate the memories that he’ll have.

I hate all of it.

I actually hate that I can’t hate you.

But it’s not your fault.

You were not born an abuser.

I know this is a cycle.

This was taught.

This was learned.

You were a victim.

So I can’t hate you.

Again, I really want to.

But hate will never allow me to heal.

Instead, I look forward to looking you in the eye.

Letting you see the damage you’ve done, the pain you’ve caused.

I want you to look into my eyes.

They will show pain you’ve caused my soul.

And, then I will let you know that I forgive you.

I don’t want you to suffer, I want you to understand what you’ve done.

I want you to get better.

I want you to heal.