City at the End of The World

Sometimes what you love will Kill you.

City at the End of the World

 

I was introduced to you

Two years least a decade

You showed me how beautiful the world was

I fell in love with you

You stroked me with your gentle breezes

Soft winds whispered siren songs in my ear

The sun warmed my face

You accepted me with open arms

I had never had a home

You opened your doors

 

The porthole to the Pacific

The end of the world as I see her

I walked your streets

Holding conversations with God

 

Something told me to leave you alone

It was my instincts

You made everything so easy

Everything so Golden

The beauty hypnotized me

I was the only one in the world

To see such things

 

I never knew you had a secret

The whispers were lies

The warm sun burned me

The walks turned to zombie like strolls

Instead of praying I begged

 

The ocean turned into a barrier

My screams drown out by waves

My paradise a prison

My dreams ran out of my heads panicked

 

I learned how to suffer

You taught me pain

I was too far to be saved

Like an abused lover I kept coming back

I defended you

I bought into the chamber of congress

Sales pitch

 

I witness a dark side

I saw what you did to the ones you loved

Love hurts

Your love kills

 

Well our time is done

I slapped your hands from my shoulders

I broke your passive aggressive hug

I hate you

I have too

Because I have too

You make me want to stay forever

If I stay

I will die

 

Author's Note

Home is not home sometimes

Reviews

[Nath]

Home is where the heart feels it is. And hearts aren't too reasonable when it comes to what is really best at times. Home can be heaven and home can be hell, but even when the rose-colored glasses come off, our hearts can still be stuck, and in love with a "devil".
Great poem!

[Judas Hammer]

Thank you for the read.

[Nath]

You are very welcome! :-)

[A]

Touching poem...good reads:)

[Judas Hammer]

Thank you.

[Enigma]

Very intriguing and vivid. I enjoyed reading this. :)

[Holly]

Very touching, I love how it is a bit cryptic yet straight forward. They say "Home is where the heart is", that as we all know isn't always true, as someone else mentioned: the heart isn't always reasonable even when we want it to be.

[Hawkmoon]

this i s exactly like what they heard Edgar Allen Poe saying as he dropped a Cuckoo Clock off at the Baltimore Pawn Shop

[Valette]

Beautiful and chilling.
I loved it!
The choppy lines give it a sort of internal dialogue that feels natural and keeps up the rhythm throughout the entire piece.

You should enter this one into a contest!

[Rob Santana]

so fucken true man,haha what a great write. Hey check out my write "Los Angeles KILLAfornia" tell me what you think.

[DRD]

No home is not always home but home is where you feel safe and welcome this poem is all that it could be and more congrats and write on.

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

exellent love kills poem...I write many of those. Some of the words you chose stood out, very unique. Such aas this one: the walks turned to zombie like strolls. great word play, send me another request. Thanks.

[Alicia Schroeder]

This is deep and powerful.. What a great message you share in a stong well written peice.. :)