It's not that I love you less,
It's just that I hate you more.
I know I still dream of you, yes,
But I could never forgive a whore.
I offered my heart in chains
And you molded a fitting key.
You seduced me with restraints,
And stole my heart from me.
I grew tired of mopping your footprints --
They weren't exclusive enough,you see,
Because your sole always left imprints
Of men that were not me.
So I'm curled on your side of bed,
Wishing you were here
To sooth the tears I shed
And love away my fear.
A contest entry
- Still don't know what love is.... by flyingphoenix.
850 points, ended July 15, 2007, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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blown away
that was an amazing poem. so unique how you approached the subject. just wowed the hell out of me
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Wow! This is my sad story as well, thus I empathize. I am sorry for your grief and thankful for your words. You have said in this what I have not dared to say.
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Thank you for your kind words and applause...I'm sure this is something many people have gone through. Congrats on silver, by the way!. =)
-Blaiyne
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I liked this, a sad love pom sure, but the last stanza is clever. No matter what our loved ones put us through, we turn to them to make it better; which is strange really!!
The second stanza is also clever, and well written. Loved the title as well!
Great write and thanks for entering. Good luck!
Webber!!
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Thank you so more for your kind words and encouragement. It's much appreciated. This has been a great contest, and thanks for the honorable mention!
-Blaiyne
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