Cold. Hard stone.
Inflexible.
I walk the tightrope of emotion,
Biting the insides of my cheeks,
Holding myself,
Taut.
Silent.
Softly crumbling.
I don’t care if
I hurt her. I don’t care!
She makes me hate
me. The malignant mantra
Eternally echoes.
I watch her silent sobs.
Emotionless eyes. I know
she blames herself.
I see her morphing into
Me. She
loves me less,
loves herself less,
And I don’t care.
I don’t care if
I hurt her. I don’t care!
She makes me hate
me. The malignant mantra
Eternally echoes.
The mirror reveals,
A spent stranger,
Staring,
Wishing,
Visualizing veins
Exploding. Hot. Red. Release.
Sweet black numbness.
Where I won’t care
She hates me,
She finally hates me,
Just like I feared!
Just like I always wanted!
I don’t care if
I hurt her. I don’t care!
She makes me hate
me. The malignant mantra
Eternally echoes...
A contest entry
- Life goes on or just goes by Papabear 4 Rosered.
825 points, ended July 6, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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nice write
again filled with emotions beyond words but more on the state of feelings,,, the way poetry should be,,, well conveyedto the reader,,, well done,,, thaqnks for sharing -
enjoyed the read and reminds me of present circumstance
thank you.
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VERY NICE
I like the way you write. dark but reserved in the presentation. The hatred is there but under the surface the love. Love and anger can be close relatives.
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thanks
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