Glory

your legs were always spread
open for the world to see
what you could give
so that you could have
everything you'd die for
the food to feed your
empty soul and heart
not ever knowing that
you pawned your integrity
for the love for yourself
though selling yourself
to the forgotten devil
never bothered me
funny what bothers me more
is the simple line that
came to me one fine night
that i hate you.
i hate you.
so much.
and that in itself
is triumph over the past
-ne-