I love you.
Yes, I know how it sounds,
how it looks, typed out in
tiny, fancy font.
A declaration, perhaps.
A sappy sentiment. Something
to make someone else soft and
warm inside.
An "I can relate" bit of work.
"I know how you feel" or "I
have been here too". But
that's not what this is.
I love you.
Love to watch you struggle
every waking moment to
maintain any semblance of
sanity or breathing.
Hear your voice crack when
I tell you again that you mean
nothing to me and never did.
A joke, a hiccup, a one
night
stand
that I let stick around. Oh,
how I love you.
I keep your heart in a shoe box
on the top of my closet next to
last year's tax returns and scarves
that the Southern California sun
does not allow me to wear.
I take it out sometimes, on nights
like this when I'm alone and drinking.
Poke it a few times to make sure
it still beats. I know how it boosts
your week(weak)ness.
I love you.
Knowing that you'll be there.
Always. Waiting for the abuse
like a battered wife who knows he
means it when he promises this time
will be the last time and he'll get help.
Really. I mean it. I'll get help this
time. If only you'd stop hanging around.
Orphan. Find someone else to fuck
before I kill you, in every sense.
You've no sense and I keep
coming back. Years between visits
when once was enough. One summer,
one blur, one wasted birthday.
I love you, stop trying. Stop cracking
your head open to prove you have
brains. Your brains were spent the
first time we fucked and we never quite
collected them again.
Go back to your summer place. The
pool is too cold this time of year
and I'm all out of patience.
But I love you.
Author notes
This isn't brand new, it's relatively new and it's been revised. So, I guess it's new here.
A contest entry
- Controlled Vomiting: Can you puke beautifully? by onerios13.
1400 points, ended August 17, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I'm diggin it. I think it accomplishes what it's meant to accomplish, but certainly not in any conventinal sense. And I love that you revisited this piece and revised/edited it. Not nearly enough poets do that these days. It shows care and attention to detail and that's where the "controlled" of the vomit comes into play here. lol. I'm diggin' it indeed
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Those last three stanzas made me drool over its static and caustic beauty. Rich, emotive and definitely spat out in yellow streams.
Deeply impressed by this.
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I know people who go through this! true and hard to the core! Loved it! You get three funny bunnies.
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I love these type of women, they promise to leave, but never do, always coming back for one last fuck. You humiliate them, scar them and they cling more to you. They drink heavily, become withdrawn from friends, but somehow their man becomes their fix. The more she wants him, the more he despises her. It's love baby. love your poetry.
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Oh my god...well...um...not quite sure what to say about this...its....very....strong..? powerful....it was very powerful and i wish you good luck!
Brilliant line structure!
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Well, this is an interesting twist on the usual love themes (and I certainly recognize the motivation of the writer), but I am not feeling it. I'm not sure if I am supposed to sympathize with the writer, or if I should dislike her.
Maybe in another contest this would have made the cut, but the top five are already pretty damned good, so I will need to really tap into any poem that makes it. I can't find myself in here.
Please try again.
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Will do.
Thanks for reading.
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Wow.
I love it.
No, really, I do.
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A great piece to show how love can take you one way then the other. Great job
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