Resentment

I resent you with a startling sincerety
because frankly there wasn't much of me to begin with and
you've ripped up the rest of me
and stomped on the pieces with reckless abandon.
If I could go backwards
and manipulate time
I would never have met you.
I would never have spent
so much time hiding and crying,
and through those same tears vehemently denying
that I'm yours
even if we both hate it.