When love ends poorly.
Icy chunks of hate collide
Like warring icebergs in my heart
Churning in a sea of disgust
Loathing for you fills my veins
And my skin crawls at your every touch
As if my muscles were replaced by millipedes
I despise my morality for chaining me down
Locking me deep in a dungeon of
My own making, forbidding me the sunshine
Only showing small glistening, teasing
Rays upon my prison’s ceiling
Just to show me what I’m missing.