I am trying
my best
Not,
to hate you.

Because it is wrong.

It is against my nature.
Hate.

is for absent beings
that have nothing better to do.

But,
you have pushed me
past
a better judgement.

Because,
You
you....
were the one that
use
to understand.

Now,
all you do is shame.

You have shamed
the art,
my craft.

For being useless,
and I have ignored
the blubbering blows
of your unwanted.

You have shamed
my character as
arrogance.

You have painted
that A
I must bleed from
YOU
named me with
the absence of humility
and I
cannot
accept it.
sir.  

You say
what you spit
is truth.

Yet,
what bubbles in your spat
makes my skin scream
and my soul curl.

Though that is all I seek!

You
say that it has hit
my face ******
from the weight of it's obviousness.

Im trying to believe you.
But.
I
dont
know
how
anymore.

I pray The Hand
pulls his strings.

So, I can hang on to something.
Like I did
with your wide eyed words.
once.

Im blind sir?

Perhaps,
advice is the best mirror.

Have you looked into one?