Saturday, 16 June 2012

you hold it high, but you love me, cant hurt me, its your turn to cry...



I see you, 
not just the lustful flesh. 
I see you, 
the inside. the soul, you're something new. 

I see you, 
and no further do i look. 
I see you, 
and my heart, no longer red is a depressing blue. 

I tear it out, 
pull it out, bite the arteries off. 
I tear it out, 
no longer in my chest, yet it beats. it shouts. 

It lays in my palm, 
a bloody mangle of blue and red. 
It lays in my palm, 
you stare at it, not scared, how can you be so calm? 

It's yours i say, 
you smile, you laugh, I think you're amazed. 
It's yours i say, 
you shift it to your hands, in your palm it lay. 

You caress it, 
touch it gently, press it sensuosly. 
You caress it, 
it beats faster, and faster, red flames, a fire is lit. 

It sprays red, 
blood splashes you, your face covered with sweetness. 
It sprays red, 
the blood arouses you, its scent fills your head. 

You want more, 

you gasp, you squeeze the heart tighter. 
You want more, 
You need to kill me, it'll satisfy your lust, of that I'm sure. 

You hold it high, 
smile a luscious smile, turn me weak. 
You hold it high, 
but you love me, can't hurt me, it's your turn to cry. 

But I smile back, 
I say, "do whatever you want, it's yours!" 
But I smile back, 
the heart's no longer blue, it's just dark, dead and black. 

You are free, 
to do as you please, you devour the heart. 
You are free, 
you consumeit, bite it, tear it, love, you're on a killing spree. 

And for you love, 
I'm hurt, I'm in pain, but I'm in love. 
And for you love, 
my heart is gone, I'll lay on God's altar up above. 

You hurt me, 
only because you need to do so. 
You hurt me, 
only because i want it, need it, in time you'll see. 

And I see you, 
not just the lustful flesh. 
I see you, 
my heart devouring lover, I'm in love with you.



p.s:i never wrote this poem, i couldn't possibly be worthy enough to write it:) but its something i read years and years back, yet never understood, how something so gentle as love, could be so tormenting,
but upon experiencing ( it would be unfair to see all) a little more of love,, i realise,that the line between love and hate, is very very thin, and very fragile!

5 comments:

  1. WOW!
    This , this is bloody out of the world amazing. It's achingly, strikingly beautiful. WOW. Just wow!
    I bookmarked this, thanks for sharing! :D

    @Tales of her and by her.
    &
    @Teenage Babblings
    xx

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  2. Wht the hell was that!? :O :O It blew me straight out of the world! A great piece!!

    and. the line between love and hate doesnt exist..becuz if it did neither love nor hate would exist. a cliched saying "You can't really love a person until you hate them." :)

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  3. yeah it is...:)
    i loved the poem with every bit of my heart:)
    it treats the gentle topic of love, with such violence:)
    yeah, maybe..
    what brings us together, is what pulls us apart.:)

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  4. Yup! It is beautiful and indeed the brutality is the beauty of this poem! :)
    ..very well said! :)

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ur tears dont neseccarily have to be sad ones...:D