[ WP ] The most hateful , spiteful , bitter confession of undying love .

When I gaze back upon the days we spent 
 
 So full of love and life and tender sighs 
 
 I grimace at the thought that in your eyes 
 
 Those days are dreary, bloated, corpulent 
 
 Or just mundane - you, in any event 
 
 Moved on - and it is this that I despise 
 
 That it meant so little - no howls, no cries 
 
 No, that is mine, the sadness and resent 
 
 And now I am left with one desire 
 
 And without hope, tormenting me as though 
 
 My chest was torn apart and my heart shown 
 
 Weakly beating on its own cruel pyre 
 
 Praying to be like you and just let go 
 
 These memories and just be left alone 
 
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 Decided to go poetry a go for a change. I very rarely write poetry ( so it may well be awful ), but I wanted to do a Sonnet given the tradition of love/gift poetry in the form. Feedback is welcomed. 

