Goddam Sonnet 8

I know you don't believe in forgiveness -
I forgive you anyway. But never
Will I comprehend the cause of this mess
Or the need to banish me forever.
I wrote things to you that were unpleasant
But not without cause. I was sore provoked -
You were no saint and deliberately sent
Me to my private hell. God how I choked
Back anguish. But how came you to hate me?
Because I hopeless wished you for my beau?
Or because I perceived her deviltry
And said so? Oh such depths please never know!
Fair is foul, foul fair, Baggins understood.
Although I am not nice - yet I am good.