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i miss you killing me
Contributed by
SlimStaple
on
Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 06:22:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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I miss you but I do not want to see you again.
For when I look at you
I die, every time without fail.
Because of you, I have died a thousand times.
Just by looking in your eyes
My heart stops beating for a while.
But do not get me wrong,
I do not love you
Not at all.
But whenever I see you
My body freezes up
And I feel things I never knew were real.
To be honest I cannot even stand you
You hurt me without meaning to.
You are so much better then me and I hate you for it.
But you do something to me
And I am addicted to it
Just like, you are to your drugs.
You hate yourself I think
That is why you do what you do
You are not alone I hate you too.
But for some reason I miss seeing you
I miss you killing me
But I do not want to die again.
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SlimStaple
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Re: i miss you killing me
(User Rating: 1 ) by ALineAboveTheStepBeneath on
Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 06:34:04 PM AEST (User
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Excellent poem... Almost lyrical. |
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Re: i miss you killing me
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 10th October 2004 @ 06:57:46 PM AEST (User
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excellent write. i kinda know what you mean too. keep writing. peace n love. God bless |
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Re: i miss you killing me
(User Rating: 1 ) by Bohemian_with_a_pen on
Monday, 11th October 2004 @ 04:33:16 AM AEST (User
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I dont know if this is what you intended it to be like, but for a while i went out with a guy who used to hit me, i loved him so much but at the same time i hated him. i blamed myself and loved to feel the pain, because that meant he was paying me attention. Oh well, great write!!! |
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