Vengeance

You know the usual saying that 'revenge doesn't solve anything'? I've been finding myself asking how true it is. The fact that a white hot rage that still burns inexplicably within my heart every time I think of the past on how a certain fucktard caused a great deal of misery to me once and to the one I love with every fiber of my being, makes me feel like pounding said fucktard's face in to that ugly case of a skull he has. Some may call it impulsive but the fact that I still feel this violence pounding in my veins after a long time it has happen means that I won't be satisfied without getting even with him. I know well the consequences for my actions. Irregardless, I can't face my future without resolving my past. Sometimes, diplomacy can never solve all problems. Sometimes violence is the only way. And sometimes forgiveness resolves nothing.

I want to pin him down on the ground, I want to pound every inch of his face till he's unrecognizable, I want to make him choke on his blood and I want him to beg for mercy. I want him to scream that it was his fault and he deserved it and to beg me to stop. I want him at my feet where his life is in my hands and I can take it or shame him by letting him live on. I want revenge. Yes, my revenge is for my self satisfaction. Yes, I'm ok with that. Yes, I do not mind the consequences for my actions. Yes, I'm unable to forgive him. I will not forgive anyone who has wronged my love of my life and me to the extent that he has. I will have my revenge.