haunting past

after 5 years of not ever running into him,
after 5 years of not ever calling,
after 5 years of not ever wishing happy birthdays,
after 5 years of not ever contacting,
after 5 years of pretending he was dead,
after 5 years of silence,


i saw him.
i saw the person i hate the most.
first instinct was to whack his head with the knife i was holding.
but i stopped.
it was ramadan anyway.
emotions of him abandoning us, family, came haunting back.
because of YOU, im this way.
BEACAUSE OF YOU.
i hate you for what you did to us.
i will never forgive you.