Boiling Hot Tears

I absolutely despise you!

The very center of my core is on fire and burning with a dangerous and deadly hatred that erupts the desire to see you harmed.

Unable to bring myself to cause you such pain; hot boiling tears erupt and burn my face and destroy my pride. I'm full of embarrassment and anger because I'm crying. The more tears of anger I shed, the more the hurt resurfaces and I find myself wishing that you didn't exist or that you would be erased completely from the world that I find comfortable.

These tears burn like the salt of beautiful seas and I see no more the loveliness that once was enveloped in the creation of woman that God created. Instead all I see is the evil of hurt, wretched, torn, ugly soul; this burns me up and hides what was once loved and I cry the more because these tears embarrass me, they burn me, they harm me, they degrade me, they tear me asunder, they break me, and all I can think of is crying these same tears when your words and actions have harmed me.

I don't want to shed these painful, ugly tears anymore. I don't want to ever hate someone again. To call you vile, dirty, derogatory names and feel the pain of shame that makes the tears burn and boil all the more. I don't want to be who I am, instead I want to be what He wants me to be.

Relationships make us ugly because we stay in things that aren't good for us and We don't FOLLOW His plans. Now I battle being cynical and sarcastic and hateful. I cried like never before and it burned. I wanted to die at that very moment. I wanted to kill. I wanted to cause more than unintentional emotional pain. But instead I cried; less of a man I cried.

Never enjoyed being kicked while I'm already beat into the ground, but I'm convinced that you've enjoyed kicking me while I was down. I was a foot rug and door mat for you. And now as I try to rise above that I'm looked down upon once again. I'm angry and people only lose respect for me. The evil ones always get away Scott free.

I can't hate but must love. I can't be hurt because I'm not the dumpee I'm the dumper, but really I'm the one who was thrown in the dump. I write to ease the pain, I express to cool the fire, I write to fight against the boiling hot tears of hatred welling up on the inside of me and the darkness that slowly tries to overtake me.

The next time I cry for the hatred and hurt you've caused will be at the death of my self respect and the respect others will lose for me.

1 comments:

Angela Prince said...

WOW That was an intense blog! but interesting