sometimes
i think i still love you.
or is the way you smile,
the way you held my hands,
they way you'd wrap your hands around my face
and pull me close?
the way we would talk for hours
and still have more to talk about?
the way we kissed goodbye
and how it left me hungry for the next time i'd see you?
sometimes
i know i'm still mad at you.
i know this because you won't grow up,
and i wish i could tell you what i see
but you never even talk to me anymore.
i wish you could just figure out
that i still care for you,
even in some minuscule way...
and i don't want you to forget this,
but what i know more is that i completely and totally
fucking
hate
you.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very emotional
It is clear this is still very raw, you have now got that emotion out there, now hone it, mould it. Try to think of those little private jokes and secrets that we all have in relationships, experiment with these ideas to give your poem a little more originality, think about all 5 senses. A brave effort, well done.
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