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over the last couple days now my ex has been coming at me wanting to rehash the past and paint me as this awful person. It has been hard and day two of this emotional barrage got to me at my core and this painful poem came to me. It's awful when you love someone and you realize they despise you almost as much and view you through a distorted lense. I have to live this life with this but I know one day he will die and then he will be made to see that yes I made mistakes and did not always make myself so clear but my love was always pure where he was concerned and I have to live knowing that truth will not be revealed to him until his own body's death. I wish like mad love did not have to hurt so much. If only such dead dogs could be left where they lay and not be resurrected to do battle yet again. I can't begin to reveal to anyone how beat up I feel today. I understand how one can truly most vehemently wish they had never been born. The pain is near indescribable. I'm not just a shell any longer I'm a burned out, shattered ripped into a million pieces and tossed in a bog to sink below the muck shell. It hurts so much that the one you loved so much thinks so so low of you. A common street walker or criminal would fair better in his mind's opinion of them than I. I know, why should I care? I wish like mad that I didn't but I'm human and I'm very tender and sensitive. I can't side step or leap over his foul opinions. I can just ache from his revealment of them to me. I am worse than a foolish woman. I am an emptied foolish woman. I well and truly lost and for all intents  and purposes he won. I'm well and truly crushed! This poem is my heart's eulogy over the grave of our dead love I suppose.