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The Lying Whore Who Broke My Heart
After the day her and I gazed into each others eyes.
I felt as though she wanted to ask me something,
but I don't know why. And yet she is still afraid
to, I can see it in her eyes. I don't want her
to think that she has lost me. But after seeing
her I just want to slit my wrist and die. I will
take a knife to my wrist, as iI stare in the the
empty bliss. As you just stand there in horror
and you just watch me die. Will you even care
when you stand there to watch me die? ......
will you even question why.....
The fact is I am going to die, because of the
feelings I felt for you were taken away so
quickly. I am going to die, because you tortured my insides.
You don't care about the feelings I once had or
the fact, that I still think of you. All you
wanted is sex. All I wanted was someone to wrap
my arms around and cry. To hug someone who cared
about me, And to give kisses to. This was all
about you and now all I wanna do is die. But
the knife is calling my...
Firstly, I hope you have moved on from these feelings...
Secondly what you have described is more like an obsession so this should be recognized that no person should posses another person this much or blame them for not choosing them. A person has only a right to their disappointment. As far as the poem the macabre ideas are quite usual fodder for those incline to over glorify feelings of passion which now lost must turn into hate in order to spare the pain. It is written quite well the descriptions irksome enough to disturb the reader on many levels. A strong piece. The name needs a more serious attempt as it does not do it justice or inform the reader as to the kind of poem it is. All in all a good piece. Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."