Hurt

What have I done to deserve your hate, the nexus of my hurt
Why is it that the more I love you, the farther you push me
Putting my fractured heart in a box like a jigsaw puzzle
Shelving my welfare until you feel you are ready for me again
You pillage with your words, planting your seeds of wrongdoing
What once was beautiful is now slowly rotting at the core
I grasp for the life that shines within you and I'm spat upon
Speaking from a place that is not you, deep-seeded resentment
Fire burning from your eyes, your spirit the devil's workshop
The Bubonic Plague that is your ranting diarrhea of the mouth
You hate me for being your shoulder and being your shelter
I, who have nothing, wanted something for you, but I hurt
But Satan will not win this battle, nor will he win the war!!
I am claiming the victory; he shall be conquered, we will win
And this hurt that I feel will become my championing testimony
Satan, bring it on, because my God stays prepared to fight you!!

-B