For the power to hate you,
I'd spend all my breath
to scream just once
loud and violent
about all the holes you've left inside me.
From day to day
I'm thrown from my side to yours.
I understand.
I see it.
But I have no arms
for comforting you anymore.
I love you.
I fucking hate you.
And for that I wasted years
and opportunity.
Now I'm tired of running
and I'm tired of this ball that I curl in.
My anger will express itself
in silent screams that the world
fails to hear.
So I waste my time
thinking of what you might be doing,
while she knows.
She knows.
Though sometimes the pain
is knives that don't leave.
I'm swinging with broken neck
from a branch
in your tree.
Yet I'm waiting. Still waiting
for someone to redefine what it means
to love.
To be in love.
To be loved
In a way that doesn't hurt.
It seems this makes you happy
to see me on your floor.
And from that intent, you're content
standing on my throat.
Under the weight of you,
as you make me carry
your heavy fucking heart,
I sink
and I'm ruined.
Why
are you lighting matches
to flick
at my flammable tears?
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A contest entry
- it leans on me like a rootless tree - quickie by Matt E. Smith.
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well i definitely loved this...i feel you captured the emotion of that song perfectly
thanks for entering
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Thanks! I love that song...
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The sense of bitter confusion, frustration, love and hate is as explicit as some of your other words in this.
"Why
are you lighting matches
to flick
at my flammable tears?
Ka boom! Exceptional ending!
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