- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Razorblade Romance
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Click hereputrid pink
the pepto bismol sunrise reminds
of the sickness we call love
a festering wound
kept open and raw
with your short comings
and ever longer gones
in my life you spend
heartbeat moments
nanoseconds of need
long enough to snare
to imprint my dreams
with your assassins smile
hating myself for wanting
wanting what I hate
knowing now shame
burns like eyes
full of unshed tears
following tripping
trailing red ribbons of my devotion
when close enough
leaning in for another slice
you cut deeper each time
with your razorblade romance
but beware boy
I grow stronger
despite the slow exsanguinations
bleeding you out
while infusing self
maybe next time you come
with your sugar tongue
and eager fingertips
maybe you
yes You
will be the one left bleeding
- COMMENTS
endthedreamalmost 16 years agoMan..this is so great..all the love vampires we have to put up with..the knifers in the heart, you can trust me honest to god you can--and Soshised nails 'em in the solar plexus--words to keep in mind--we learn with every hurt-with every mind and heart fuck--this is so fine a poem--its got knive in it for sure..and the rat trap gets honed..and there is just down low as far as a person can be pushed--and you got it right--poem says reckoning day draws near-not even meant perhaps--but what all the others sowed..the last knifer will reap..and it isn't perfect revenge..but its nice on bleedy awful days like the poem gets pepto bismol right--its nice on days like that for thinking it, and reading this poem for sure--thank you for getting the hurt and the courage and the fight back just right--
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoI'll have to go with an assumption here, but I think I am right about this one. Clearing my throat first. Oh young lovers, why do you complain, when you are in such a hurry to cook on the highest flame your delicate new love? Of course you burn it; of course you hurt, alas, we all behaved like you, when we were where you are… only years later we learned to let our loves simmer steady and slow so that they'll truly rise! See, now I made myself hungry for a soufflé (or at least an omelet). I enjoyed the imagery and the power they conveyed otherwise it seems your learning curve is already on the rise…
LeBrozabout 16 years agoCan feel her strength growing in this; the next time you see her may be the last time as she throws you out of her life on your ass.
