Forgiven?

Forgiven? I saw you, Framed in springtime sun, And knew you would be mine. How right I was. You were my razor, Untruths slicing through the veins of my hope, Bleeding me dry. Yet I forgave you. You were my nightmare, Waking me up screaming in terror, Betrayed trusts my monsters. Yet I forgave you. You were my poison, Veiled insults slowly rotting me, Destroying me slowly. Yet I forgave you. You were my twisted mirror, Unwarranted anger twisting the reflection Of myself in my soul. Yet I forgave you. You were my torture, Stretching my patience on the rack of your disdain, Until I almost lost control. Yet I forgave you. You were my self-loathing. Teaching me daily that I could never Deserve someone like you. Yet I forgave you. You were my every misery. You did all you could to hurt me, To destroy all that I was, Yet I forgave you. But this, I did not see coming. After all you did, And all I loved you in spite of, You hurt me more. And just when I thought You could hurt me no more, You found the pain, That is deeper than all. You surprised me. This hurt. More than I could have imagined That anything can hurt. And I want to forgive you. When you told me you'd leave me And I wouldn't see it coming, You spoke prophesy. And you made good on your word. And now, you are gone. Forever. I watch as they lay you To rest for eternity, And I ask myself, Who do I forgive now?