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Why does the weather create life?

Why does it go along with every feeling?

It is suppose to be summer,

But all sun and warmth is fleeing

Just like how after breaking up

With a distasteful, evil man

Should bring me joy and a bright future,

But instead I feel regret and sorrow more numerous than the sand.

I try to forget his loving ways,

Because he never truly loved me.

Just used me up and twisted my mind,

But I am addicted to this wretched love you see.

I want him now, I want him close

I want to hold his hand kiss his lips,

Talk about stupid things and have fun again.

Oh, but how terribly my world tips.

I miss him more than ever and can't move on.

Towards him I feel love and hate.

But how can possibly the two relate?

Oh, I am in such a reckless state!

He controls my heart which lays in his hand.

I obey his every demand.

Yet my soul says no.

I just can't let go.

Yes, I am obsessed.

All this has already been confessed.

But how can I still know what I should do,

Yet never follow the truth and come through?

I gave him too much of me that I want back.

My first kiss, hand. touch, love all wrapped and still in tact.

But nothing can he return.

This too late, I have learned.

So the days turn sour,

Because what I want is not in my power.

And I just keep playing his games,

The Hypnotist's of many fortune and fames...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is not a true story of me, just a fictional idea. The first person speaker (a woman) feels possessed by this man who controls and abuses her. She can't break free from him though she deeply desires to be free. Even when she gets the chance to flee, she just returns to him. It's a psychological insecurity many people face, especially those in bad relationships. The heart feels it is right even though the mind knows it is wrong. There is lots of usage of slant rhyme and the rhyme scheme changes part way through the poem. Hopefully this draws emotion out of anyone who has experienced a heart break of some sort.

 

I drew a picture to go along with this poem! Posted it on deviantart.com called Hypnotist's Love. My username is TheNightmare013 on that website, so please check it out! Maybe even like or leave a comment too! ;)

 

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©30 July 2013 - 9:31pm — TheNightmare13
1 August 2013 - 4:16am — nightlight1220
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I like the way you wrote it,

I like the way you wrote it, but I have to say---I'm sick of hearing people whine about this, drug use, and so many other things that really just boil down to a lack of self-introspection and inauthenticity. Sorry if I sound abrasive, but they need to 'sh*t or get off the pot'. Life doesn't owe any of us anything. In fact, it is most often, the opposite. People need to wake up and smell the coffee? :-/

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "