It is what you say the hurts the most.
Words become a fist that pulverizes
my soul deep inside.
I see the bleak future you have painted for me
and I feel you pressing me to live out
your dark expectations.
If you say you love me now
I cannot accept it
not because I don't want to
but because it is so far from the norm.
I am used to being beaten down
and I find it easier to accept
the same old pain, then
to feel any new light of love
in my heart.
I nail silence into each corner of my tongue
and I watch you as you come closer
with your cudgel to beat me
the way I want to be beaten.
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A contest entry
- Art by Heile #9 by Tattboyspet.
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Comments
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Your title definitely caught my eye, but I have to say that this write was bordering on the 'he used to love me but not so much anymore' thing that I don't enjoy that much ... until I got to the last stanza ... lol!
nicely done!
thank you for your entry
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What an image. I nail every word spoken to my tongue. Almost like buring yourself into a grave within a darkened coffin. Never wanting to live, but to die within the pain and sorrow you already suffer.
Sad!
Tish
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I think this is so wonderful. Self loathing and taking ones just desserts like a man...dark and intense! Best of luck...
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