Trapped in Loathing



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.

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