Bitter and twisted?

A beautiful morning a clear blue sky
i wipe the tears away from my eyes
high is the sky above
I see a dove a sign of what i thought was love

i turn the radio on its time to dress
my heart is broken my heads a mess
they play her song and i let out a sigh
forcing back the tears its hard not cry

I think about her all day long
oh why oh why did i have to hear the fucking song
why when we love with body and mind
that breaking up and heart break is so unkind

I see her everywhere i look
i wish i could shut her out like closing a book
am i bitter and twisted and full of hate
or is the beast still locked up behind a gate

if i where to hate her
it would mean i never loved her
and i did love her i know for sure
for in my heart my love was pure

for she was my love caring and kind
and in losing her i nearly lost my mind
so the am i really bitter in twisted??
I think not for i believe I was gifted.

to love to lose and then to cry
you feel like you just want to die
but stay the tearing of your precious heart
and let it not be torn apart

for the pain in time will fade away
like stromy rain clearing on beautiful day
and like the birds and that white dove
you both again shall find true Love