his name alone, once a bringer
of delight so sure. now leaves me
in hollow, empty despair.
his name alone, stains my
soul and life in a way that
causes hope and a thing named
his name alone, drenches me in
salty sea that exists between us.
if this what you want, then
if this is what will make you happy, then
i’ll suffer this way of living devoid of all.
i cannot hate him. though i wish i could.
if i could hate him enough to curse his name
motivation spurned on by a hate as hollow
and pure as my heart.
if this is what you want, then at least be happy.
be happy because i cannot.