Torture?

Now you are gone and I am forgotten
left with no landmark, no bookmark to hold me to this place
left with empty halls, bare walls, dirty carpets
and my bachelor dishes.

I hate being alone.
I hate being discarded.

I am disenfranchised, hell now ambivalent
to everything we were,
you broke my heart and then feasted upon it
and my mind shows me your bloody gorged jaws
and I hate you, hate you, hate you for it
as you set fire to the hole of your feast
pissed gasoline into my soul
and let the friction of your fuck with him
set it all ablaze.

I scream at myself when I am alone-
every day
I scream and I yell and I remind myself how much I hate you
and how much you mean to me.