To shake off the shackles that you placed
around my tender heart
is the one thing that I have not truly faced
to get myself out of park.

It should be so easy to hate.
That is the one lesson that I have truly learned.
To accept loosing as my fate,
no matter how much I may have yearned.

but...

You have held me when I cried.
You helped me when I wanted to die.
You have saved me from so many mistakes.
How, then, can I even contemplate hate?

You promised me so many things.
Never did I realize that this was a fling.
Your pillow talk was so good,
I guess that I just misunderstood.

I can hate you for that alone.
Your love, it seems, was a temporary loan.
Never mine to cherish, to keep.
Damn you for making me feel cheap.