HF: Uncertain Pity Taints Long-Standing Hate

Uncertain pity taints long-standing hate;
I watch you clutch the tatters of your life.
I was a fool, and this I learn too late.
We drown our memories, grudges, fears in strife.
You draw my pity, and for this I hate you more.
Your diamond's his, and mine belongs to her.
My conflict burns far hotter than before,
When simple black raged at your sopored slur.
You do not want my pity, just my pain,
My blood, my suffering; this I can freely give.
Black or platonic, your hatred keeps you sane.
In black or pale, I hope for you to live,
To heal, grow strong, and so to mend your fate.
Pale fuel can feed the growing fires of hate.