I Hated You


I hated you.

I cursed at you.

I clawed at the sky at times hoping that my wicked hands might scratch your face.


You hated me.

I thought you did.

I saw no reason to place my faith, my hope, my trust in you.


I suffered much.

I endured much pain.

I thought that it was your doing, that you were trying to kick me while I was down.


You sent me signs.

I ignored them.

I slashed at their meaningfulness as nothing more than the coincidence from a cold, cold world.


At last I fell.

And you caught me.

I never thought that I would be able to feel joy again.


You love me.

I know you do.

Your loving embrace is all I need to go against the plethora of wicked hearts here.


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