The loss is not in the fact that I was not loved. It is in the realization that during that time And now, as I attempt recovery That there are many many more who deserved A friend such as I and the bounties within..
As empty as I am now..I have nothing for them.. And as I was overtaken by her innuendos, I realize that she must hate the truth bearer To survive, and continue on the safer path. And that is her true loss..
She ate my soul and heart like a demon, Her words, filled with venom, coated with honey, Sting deep still.. And even though she covets My hatred, It is my love that will always haunt her.