Love Scar

Love is a dangerous thing to have, and even worse to lose.

Love Scar

 

Love lost is like a terrible demon that haunts you

Taunts you

Until just hearing the word love causes you to perspire

So scared of being hurt that you hide your desire

Take your heart and wrap it in barbwire

But saying that makes you happy

Makes you a liar

 

You get so obsessed over those old painful emotions

That love of any kind seems like a ridiculous notion

You get so used to saying no to love

That your mouth doesn't have to think it’s such a familiar motion.

And at the end of a very long day

You march into your house and lock yourself away

Wondering why everybody else has somebody to love at home

But when you get you’re all alone.

Even surrounded by sea thousands you feel like you’re alone.

 

Until eventually you decide you’ve had enough

Threaten suicide if things don’t look up

Friends and family say they love you, but you call their bluff

So you buy a box of razors and swallow every blade

Life suddenly seems precious as you grab for air

Crying and pleading how you don't want to die you just want life to be fair

But its too late you die and leave pain ad heart break in your wake

Mother so sad she puts a gun to her head and says she’ll see you when you awake

 

Bongani Armstrong Mhlangu

Reviews

[Gazza]

Beautiful piece, I can relate to it. Very realistic and as someone who has been in similar situations I appreciate reading it and hope those with such thoughts will too.

[Coyote Poetry]

I don't know. Love would never lead me to suicide. Maybe painful cancer or possibility of being torture. Love is hard part of our life. A wise person is kind and gentle with the people he loved. Better to leave open doors and friendship even in separation. A powerful poem that open the door to questions and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Androglossia]

I didn't expect this to be tragic but I love the twist. You have a good literary technique that goes beyond the simple and evident intention of words or actions. And the poem is very realistic. No one could escape love's whip.

[Loner]

Awesome write BC a real master piece ......

[afra]

i love thepoem ..so true ...i can relate to this poem ...well done

[Lisa Ring]

I do love it, B.C.(do you want to be called B.C.?) I have to stick to my earlier analogy of the rocky hill. And I love it that way. I can hear it being read, and the voice reaches for the next line, but always manages to grasp it...it is definitely not sing-songy, or billowingly romantic. Your word and structure choices convey the subject and emotion of the poem. I like how you illustrated the effects of loneliness, not only on the subject, but also on those who love him.

[Dark Tower]

Well in my everyday life I am more commonly called Bee. But you call me which ever suits you better.

Thank you Lisa. You always seem to be the first (if not only) person who actually picks up on my thoughts and emotions that I wanted to convey in the poem. I am trying to slip away from romance, people say I do it too much, but at the same time I dont really want my alter ego pushing more afterlife genres and getting me well known for a completely aspect of poetry, with this one I was trying to find the balance between romance and.....the opposite of romance. (forgive me, I do not seem to be able to open the depths of my vocabulary this evening.)

[Lisa Ring]

You're welcome and thank you. I have entire days when I just cannot find the words, for me it's exhaustion. And I'll call you Bee, if you don't mind.

[Dark Tower]

I have days like that too. Exhaustion stress, writers block, all hurdles to be jumped.

No not at all. Bee is fine. Just dont tell me to buzz off, the irony is funny, buut so over abused.

[Lisa Ring]

Haha...I imagine so. But people think they are being original!

[words of rooted design]

"Even surrounded by sea thousands you feel like you’re alone." I feel this feeling to often, as I'm one who over compensates for my insecurities with a profuse amount of acquaintances. You can imagine how this write speaks to me.


Brilliantly written, my friend.

[Dark Tower]

I fear we are the same in that aspect. I have many acquaintances but few friends.
I am glad you enjoyed my writing.

[Junert]

I know the feeling.

[Dark Tower]

Dont we all.

[Junert]

We all do.

[melissa's heart]

I see your use of metaphore here again. love that, for all though you are talking of suicide, you are actually using this to describe the feelings of death of soul when a love is lost. I have felt this way, my heart breaking, razors cutting me like swords, passions with fire so great that it cannot be quinched.

[Dark Tower]

This poem really describes how I felt after a bad breakup with a long time girl friend, I am both happy and sad that you can relate to that feeling

[melissa's heart]

Well the sadness was 26 years ago, that turned into sheer delight after we rekindled our love and are now married for 23 years and been together over over 25 years, we were just so young at the time and took a break, but then he realized that he had a good woman and came crawling back. after making him sweet and woe me again for a couple of months I gave him a second chance and we have never been anything but wonderfully happy. Love is such a learing and stepping stone. The one reason that I think our relationships works so well is that we treat each other with respect, I always let him be the man, we never call names during disagreements, and at the core of us we like each other and are friends, not to mention we are soul mates and in love. He says that he loves me for my good heart and that I love him for exctly who he is and do not wish to change him, nor him me.

[Dark Tower]

Your happiness humbles me.

[melissa's heart]

THANK YOU MY SWEET AND KIND FRIEND

[JourneyBlu]

Wow B.C., that's intense....a beautiful testament to the power (both destructive and constructive) of love. I love the visual of swallowing every blade. Nice work and thanks for sharing!

[Dark Tower]

Thank you Journey, Im glad you liked it.