Hating myself for hating him

Hi Lynn, this has a sombre feel to it full of emotion for a love that once was, perhaps? Many of us can relate to this because in love we have or will no doubt get hurt by one or many people.

He gave me roses, to plant and care
but I threw them away instead
He believed I had an allergy rare
of guilt I had no shred
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I love the imagery here because this guy gave you roses, the flower representative of love but you did not accept it and because of it he thought you had an allergy (pretty comical really) but instead what he didn't now was that you were racked with guilt.

He prepared me breakfast everyday
but I chose to sleep instead
For my health he'd daily pray
and softly around me he'd tread
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Ahh, he cooked for you but you decided to ignore his romantic gestures by stopping in bed instead of which made him think you were ill. Many people, would do this to avoid guilt which links into the last stanza.

He tried to motivates me in everything
But I hated doing anything with him
felt like he was hanging on a string
like a clinging hateful limb
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Love the image of him holding onto you like a lost little lamb lol he tried to motivate you but your rather not spend time with him. Isn't it ironic.. 'motivates' should be without the s here :)

He never left me, was always there
made me the centre of his life
always gave, more than his share
yet my attitude was like a knife
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Aww, I feel pretty sorry for this guy now haha he made you the centre of his universe but it was a bit too much for you maybe actually I have no doubt in my mind it's because of the hurt in the past that you didn't want to let him in fully.

Now why am I feeling left alone?
What is it makes me feel this way?
Where is the man, I should have known?
I'm missing him now every day
^^
Here, I feel this man because of being pushed out stopped giving his all and left well maybe didn't leave but just stopped trying.

Hate the way I miss what you do
I see you in every part of the room
too late, I miss you yes it's true
I'm living in my self made tomb
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Again lovely image of a lady making her own tomb probably full of self loathing and regret? Because now she wants this guy but he's no longer there.

You told me of your strong feeling
said you loved me. I gave no reply
saw you loving me without ceiling
dying inside, but I let you cry
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I do feel sorry for this man because he loved you once but because of guilt and hurt you felt you couldn't love him when he loved you but now he's gone, you realise what you had which caused him to die a little inside.

Now I'm begging you to come back
I know my love won't be returned
losing you turned my world black
mourn now the love once gladly spurned
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A wonderful ending of a sad love story which happens each day to somebody around the world because of past relations sometimes it's hard to love even if you have a good thing because you don't want to hurt again.

All the best, Em

Lyn Your poem has a sad theme to it. Its often the case that someone doesn't realise how good the love that they had until it was lost. Some good rhyming too. Milly x