Poems

  Hot tears

I hate him so much, I hate the way he laughs, the way he talks, he talks more than a woman and ends up saying nothing interesting, his calls bore me to death, I would rather he calls 10 times a day but make it a brief one rather than one long meaningless one. I hate the way he eats he makes irritating sounds when he eat, I hate the way he makes love there is nothing exciting about it, most times I make love with him just out of duty or for conception.  He makes expensive annoying jokes and expect me to fall for it. He is the most unserious man I have ever met. He is a coward the worst I have seen. At his old age he isn't sure what he wants with his life. He is a bastard, I hate him as I hate the devil. I Wish never to have anything to do with him, if I had power to change the will of God for me concerning  a husband , I will do so without thinking twice. I hate you .Wish I can kill you with my bare hand and laugh at your burial. For all the pain and tears you have caused me, I hate you even more. I hate it that God should chose you of all men, to get me tied  to. I hate you and Wish not to be with you, but who am I to question God's decision.  I know only the past and present the future is known to God alone and I know His plan for me is good  and for this reason I trust and accept his choices and decisions for my life. Help me Dear Saviour to fit perfectly into your will for me, and to learn to love understand tolerate and accept  him that I must be with, all the days of my life Amen.

...Seniorita Ella