You will be okay

You took me down.
Way down.
You didn't want me to come up. You wanted to beat me.
Leave me in the dust.
Laugh at me.
Discard me.
Use me and move on.
This wasn't love.
This was war.
Hatred.
Condemnation.
Judgment.
You despise love.
You wanted to come out on top. That's all.
Prove you could kick ass.
Look good for your friends
and family.
To hell with love.
On to your next victim,
your next pound of flesh.
Use them and lose them.
Suck the life out of them.
And go to sleep at night
not knowing who you are.
You will be okay.
Maybe not in this life,
but eventually
you will be okay.
I'll be praying for you.
I won't see you again.
But, know that
I love you.
You will be okay.