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Miserable
Contributed by
Jyssvw22
on
Tuesday, 15th July 2014 @ 02:23:53 PM in AEST
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Peaceful times do not exist
In my mind
I am at war
Combative
Put your hands up
Guard your prized possessions
Reinforce barricades
I will break your door down
Pummel your body
Leave bruises
Bloody nose
I won't stop
Until you hurt
Like I hurt
Like you tried to hurt me
Hate is a weak word
It's the pain that will make you regret
It's the hateful words that make you cry
It's the way you looked into my eyes
First you made me believe
Then you made me question
The purpose
The meaning
The answers do not just appear
I seek them out
I ask the impossible
Of you
You reciprocate
In ways that only a sane person can
I forget
How did you get in my bed again
You poor soul
Here to take my verbal abuse
My motives obtuse
My love for you riddled with misuse
I want you for your money
I don't really love you
Your house is so pretty
Your cars are so fancy
A pool that flows for infinity
A rich girls mystery
I opened you up
I conquered your tranquility
Now look at you
Shouting words so silly
You don't love me ?
Well good,
I don't need your misery
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Re: Miserable
(User Rating: 1 ) by Invierno on
Saturday, 19th July 2014 @ 10:07:43 AM AEST (User
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I'm glad you wrote this poem. Poetry can often be the first step in establishing a contentment inside- the antithesis of everything this poem is.
I hope you grow and wisdom tags along. Save this poem, and re read it in ten years or so- I pray you will have evolved beyond the person that wrote this.
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