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Brutal romance
Im as gentle as the wind after a hurricane hit
My love is coughed up crimson
The splatters evidence of my self sacrifice
My kiss is a twisted promise
My warmth a radiating rage
My joy is an ironic perversion
My Delicate touch traces incisions
What feats of delicate assassinations
Will I play with today?
I've lined you up sweetly and discretely
Murdered what pride is on display
I move through your envy
I lick the tears like candy
I sleep through my nightmares
I love like I fuck,
And you watch every line,
hoping I'm something different
But I've always been
Exactly what you wanted
And never needed most
maybe I got it all
maybe I got it all backwards... but hear me out... when I write,mostly; I talk about love in metaphors... maybe because I was raised to hide my emotions...
in yours, for some reason I looked at it the other way around... it felt like my life is represented in front of my eyes with a brutal scene(I'd say) of your doing (your writing)… especially the part where you say,
“My Delicate touch traces incisions
What feats of delicate assassinations
Will I play with today?
I've lined you up sweetly and discretely
Murdered what pride is on display “
Kind of reminds me of my reflections to what has happened, what is happening and maybe.. what will keep happening… I keep tracing those incisions…. great piece!
Thank you and Best of luck!
a Damaged crazy soul
Every line evoked one word in
Every line evoked one word in me: Wow! Disarming in its furious, raw emotion. Jaw-dropping in its ingenious juxtapositions:
"I'm as gentle as the wind after a hurricane hit
My love is coughed up crimson"
"My Delicate touch traces incisions
What feats of delicate assassinations"
And this relatable blaze of reality:
"And you watch every line,
hoping I'm something different
But I've always been
Exactly what you wanted
And never needed most"
A stunner. Amazing.
well done
I lick the tears like candy
I sleep through my nightmares
I love like I fuck,
And you watch every line
I gotta say, I’m watching every line.
I’m enamoured by your words.
Well done.
Thank you for your
Thank you for your appreciation of this poem
It is one of those poems that fall onto a page because it clicks into a landscape of its own and draws the insanity of life to the fore while we try and rationalise our way to a pseudo sane understanding of the world in front of our eyes in spite of our minds. Hugss
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."