Countless nights I have spent dreaming.
With dreams spent equally screaming.
My thoughts are cluttered with none other
Than of my past-been lover.
To me, his love was such a treasure
Of which none could measure.
I would spend hours contemplating
And every second, I was loving.
All the pain others dealt toward me
About being free
Never passed though
As doubts toward you.

I tried so hard to make us work
Yet through it all, did evil lurk.
It did not like that I stood tall
It remained completely appalled.

Slowly, the pleasure was out-reigned
By the ever growing pain.
All my love slowly unwound
My rate of hate was profound.
Though the hate was not of within
But of the one's who lusted him.

I'll murder them all
For they shall fall
They're all gonna die from my jealousy
And burn from my heresy. ********************************************************************* Written by: Stephanie J....Dedicated to Jason on 4-13-00 *********************************************************************
What I have learned from this relationship was that...
Between love and hate there is a fine line
And he stepped three steps past the negative.
I can't explain how much we thought we loved each other... we would have placed both our happiness aside, just to allow the other to even remotely be happy. We crossed a lot of lines and crushed a lot of people in our process.
What do you think?
Is it better to have loved and lost?
Or never to have loved at all?
It's rather sad...I wasted a whole year of happiness to him, and what did I get in return? Well, now I hate the sight, sound, and name of him... What kind of a relationship did that turn out to be?

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