(working title) my morbid love poem

I wrote this after coming home from a poetry read, it hit me at 2 am as I was trying to sleep

Here is to all the people
that ever did you wrong

may their faces droop
their toes and feet grow
rows upon rows of
corns and boils.

If I could hunt them
down and exact
your vengence
you know I would

let me smite those
who have kept you
from trusting another

kept you from me

if I made them pay

for what they did

 

If I made their

children pay for what

they did

 

would you love me?

 

If not would you at

least consider

something more than friendship

 

If I could make those

useless sacks of

worthless scum

 

choke on their own

violence and abuse

 

would you move on?

 

If I burn down their

houses, ruin them financially

leave them no safe port

 

would you breath

a sigh of relief?

 

If I could kidnap

them, bring them

handcuffed and blindfolded

 

would you exact your

own form of revenge?

 

What if I offered any of this

 

would you accept my help?

 

If I gave you the tools

and the know how

 

would you help me bury

them, still alive and

screaming into the night

 

could we then go

merrilly, on some date?

 

I offer you vengence

upon all the people

that ever hurt you

 

I pledge not to become

one of them

 

If I could leave them

bleeding, and pleading

for their lives

 

would you join me in

beating them within an inch

of their worthless,

disgusting lives?

 

If I could offer you this

 

would you let me hold

your hand and walk

with  you side by side

 

or put my arm

around your waist?