Bad Name

How can she say these things about me?
For no reason apart from hate, she bruises my soul.
I gave her my trust, which wasn�t enough,
And left in apology a bitter black hole.

What kind of mind could think of something so cruel?
To passion�s limit my body does ache.
With what heart I have, I live to prove her wrong.
And tell her, her notions are pathetically fake.

But I won�t & the reason is quite clear,
As my disbanded heart twitches with fear�
And those tormenting notes my ears did hear.
As she turns her back to me, my eye forms a tear.

With what right does she have to judge me?
Beginning my journey through depression & hate.
I tell her that trust is what makes us free,
And its what guides us & determines our fate.

She hurt me so badly�I�ll never know why
She decided to burden me with intolerable pain.
But there is one thing that I know for sure,
She�s covered herself in a murky bane.


This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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