How do I scorn thee? Let me count the ways,
With every shattered dream and wasted praise.
Empty words that fell upon deaf ears,
Broken talks, texts and hollowed fears.

I scorn thee in the hours spent in vain,
every silent tear, in evermore hidden pain.
For hopes you raised, only to cast aside,
For lies you twisted, and the truths you tried.

I scorn thee in the trust you let decay,
In every selfish move you made each day.
Through every careless cut, each subtle slight,
I scorn thee now with all my fading might.

Yet scorn, I find, is but a fleeting flame,
For what remains is sorrow in its name.

© TheRetro_Reader