When my Ex me Taunts me about “Love”

So my Ex got a prose page recently and decided to go on my poetry post and talk shit about made up trash to hurt me further and I believe he was trying to get a rise out of me.

He went as far as making his own page and posting a poem about me and my "abandoning"..

It can be found here:

https://www.theprose.com/Abandonedbyall

It is the only poem on the page.

Anyway rather than blast him in the comments I wrote an answer written in direct relation to his piece line by line. So here it is, this asshole poem that doesn't even rhyme.

Here it is:

Love is what you must learn.

It is not granted, or ownership, that bridge we've burned.

You presumed I needed to be taught about love,

Because you have lived longer but

You ended up trapping me

The pain I wish was physical you inflicted mentally.

And we turned so toxic

But the anger left in me smolders.

It cost me four years I'll never

Get back that whole time, You forgot,

Your other relationship you had going with

That Jerry guy who you sought

Sex from in text form I caught.

You persisted to weather me

Insistent I be forlorn.

You betrayed the nice guy face you'd Put on as your norm.

And how you belittle me with words like "little" projects,

When it was my house I was building and a real life I wanted to erect.

The way my eyes tear up and

Your truth denial.

You attacked worst when I was happy

So my mind avoids it now for survival.

It was a long run to get away, which of course you understand because you demanded it that day.

I'm still fearful and mourning,

You said you'd make me pay.

You stalked my phone number

And harassed me with calls.

You threatened my murder

And made me leave it all.

I hope one day you can look back

And know how brutal you'd been, like giving me shit for smiling at a stranger publicly

And when we got back

That is when

You told me I was acting slutty and went on and on then

I couldn't even defend

The truth that was different

Than the terror you forged

That was our relationship.

When you were so wrong

Everytime you called me a whore,

And hindsight for me stings at my core

The change in me gets noticed

But I survived and I'll do fine.

You should have heard my pleas and responded in kind

You could have calmed down and I'd have stayed

At my place

But for my sake

We can't speak at all.

I can't trust you and I got away despite losing all

Of everything, and I don't anymore feel beautiful.

You never called me dove.

You told me I wasn't good enough to waste ammo on,

You'll never learn a damn thing if that is what you call "Love".