unappreciated

 if your veins boil and your mind irrationally itches take comfort in it, you’re wanting to kill the love of your life. 

for the only hate that is justified is the hate for those you love. unconditionally.

unconditional exuberance and unconditional suffering shall and should forever walk hand in hand.

doom and delight mother and father both to

passion.

passion being the namesake for madness.

tear the flesh for the swings of mood. 

remove my lips so that i may smile always. 

phew.

that was dark toward the end there.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

It was a dark poem from beginning to end. Never know what someone is thinking? Nice flow of thoughts. Would be a good lead in for a tale of mystery. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote