- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Love Kills
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Click hereSometimes I think
I'm going crazy.
These days of sadness
then eruptions of rage.
I don't/can't/never
stay calm and level.
Every criticism an attack
that I fly at or away from.
I can't fix any of it.
The pain makes me desperate.
I rip at myself
and tear into others.
Sometimes I just have to run.
But I have to put shoes on.
And he always stops me.
I never get that second shoe on.
He grips my wrists.
And I want to kill him.
Because I want to kill me.
But he won't let me.
I've learned to scream
in a not there whisper.
My voice so low and harsh
that it tears my throat.
I've learned to hate.
Being in "love".
Hate letting him hurt me.
Hate that I still care.
Hate is strong.
Hard to hurt hate.
Hate can live forever.
I think it's love that kills.
Love kills strength.
Loves kills indifference.
It takes away that ability
to safely, simply not feel.
I wrote this poem a while ago...it stills gets to me.
- COMMENTS
Bridget69almost 19 years agothe destructive side of what is supposed to be a positive emotion.
Jennifer Calmost 19 years agoPoetry, I loved
Hate is strong.
Hard to hurt hate.
Hate can live forever.
I think it's love that kills.
I agree with this totally,
A strong and cutting piece.
Great work.
~ J
