There comes a point,
where enough is enough.
It's not as though the love is no longer there,
It's that your heart can only take
So much.
If that love isn't returned,
If there is presence of competing
Against someone or something,
That love then turns to hate.
It begins with annoyance,
Then disgust,
Then hate
What sucks the most...
They don't even care.
Threats of leaving
Don't help
If so,
Only for a second.
Then there are no more chances,
their excuses then are only scrutinized as lies.
Their love is taken as bullshit
And their words mean...
Not a damn thing.
You then register that loving them is only useless.
About the Creator
Deborah Portillo
I’m just an amateur writer, expressing my hopes, dreams, and nightmares for all to read. A lot of my short stories come from nightmares, while my poems are expressed from hopes, dreams, and feelings.
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