God, I hated him, Wished he was dead, He was a pain in my ass, A dagger in my back.

I despised him in every way, I had every right to, He hurt me until I broke down, Betrayed me until I sank.

How did I ever trust him?, Was I too blind to notice his glaring red flags?, What about him made me soft?, What about him made me weak?

And the funny thing is, he had no remorse, No shame, no guilt, No care of how he ruined me, But who couldn’t have seen that coming, huh?!

I was just his toy for him to use, abuse, Thrown away like common waste, And the thought of that alone still makes my jaw clench, Strikes a fire of resentment ablaze** **in my chest.

After a while, I began to fantasize of force-feeding him his own medicine, Making sure he never smiles again, Mangling his life like what he did to others, to me, I wanted him to feel the same pain.

God_, _I hated him, That feeling will never change, He was a pain in my ass, But now the dagger’s in his back.