Im tired of this pain called "sweet love"
its only slaughter me,
ripping me and scatering me around in unknown places.
Places in which i cannot find myself to give you up.
Myeyes have been plucked out,
my mouth has been ripped so i can not shout,
the only thing left is illusion
just another plan for confusion.
Locked up in a red bloody room
with no key to open.
You just sit there beside me
and tell me "i love you, your the love of my life"
as tears slowly begin to pour out of my eye sockets
"i belive you"
as you tear more of me and just leave me behing to rot.
Author notes
this poem is kinda weird but its about how the one u love tells u all these sweet things while hurting u emotionaly.
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Hey, that's pretty cool how she did that
In a gothic horror sort of way! But yeah, all that happens. (Secret truth is the worst abusers think that they really ARE being loving...)
See you in a couple years and maybe I'll be even smarter!
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I have found through a very hard experience of my own that love is not supposse to hurt. Or so, I keep telling myself. How and why do we waste our lives on pain for someone who seems to enjoy our every hurt? And life goes on. Good luck and great write of emotion.
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absolutely marvelous ^__^
you expressed that better than i could have ever tried to get those feelings out. but i do know how it feels, the best and the worst feeling ever combined right?
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This is good and very true!
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