Burning Sensation

I have this burning sensation in my heart. In my soul. In my mind. I don't know if this sensation is pain. Or anger. Or maybe even regret. Maybe a deadly mixture? Of what was? Now gone so quickly? I could not even fight to salvage what was once something. It evaporated the instant the phone call was ended and I didn't even know. Then to have it all blamed on me. To have all that weight hit my shoulders. Knowing it isn't true, but yet, it does not matter at all. It is nothing anymore. So what is this sensation? What is this weight? I am hurt to point I don't want to do anything anymore. Mortally wounded. This pain, this sensation, these thoughts become unbearable. I wish none of it happened so I wouldn't have this pain. But I'm glad it happened because it made to be such an insightful person. More open.

Regret

Not even a formal end. Not even close. I feel like such a fool. I took back such a dirty dog to have it bite me back.

Pain

Knowing it ended not because I was wrong initially, but lead into believing it was wholly my fault. Knowing someone looked at the bad so into depth, it seemed to them as frequent as showering.

Hatred

For being lied on. For being blame. For being someone I was not. For letting you get me to the point I have to curse and fuss to defend my innocence. Then to have my defense your offense. How low. How low. For not letting me speak. For blaming everything on me. For not seeing your faults. For misunderstanding my understandings.

In the end, I hate you.