Anti-Love

You are the stone around my neck.

A poisoned, amulet laden knife at my back.

The voice of disinterest.

The hands of time stuck pointed towards death.

The pivotal choice of not ever going back.

You are the sore that never heals.

A pebbled shoe heel.

The disaster from which I can't recover.

The end all to end all ends.

You are a pain present in my deepest psyche.

You are the fattest, smelliest, ugliest of lies 

whilst I, your whipping boy a minute before, 

your alter boy the very next, get blamed. 

You prevent me from speaking like tumors in my neck.  

The chickenshit egging on while I'm standing still listening. 

I hate the way you see life in this instant.

I hate the way I am with you.

Reviews

[Naked Elements]

"I won't write you love songs while my hearts out of tune." enjoyed this line.

[Taylor]

You are indeed a poet. This is a potent poem and captures marital angst with such exquisite precision.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

reread it. want to ditch guitar entirely. i think it's hindering the simile. you can construe the same without it. thanks for reminding me a work is never through.

[Lasune]

Very good I love how raw this poem is, it's awesome. My favorite line is 'Your whipping boy one minute, your alter boy the next'. which rings true for a lot of relationships.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

thanks. i live in Mexico. I think my period of writing is going to revolve around that and my relationship with it. Hey, thanks for reading my s**t. if you need could recommend a poem for me to review i would appreciate it.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

This got very dark indeed. There is allot of hate in this piece, seems like theres defiantly a broken relationship that needs to be mended.
Im sorry you feel like this, this is a horrible way to feel about your wife.
Hope things get better soon.
I could feel all the emotion in this piece.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

That's why we write. To get the poison the f**k out! Thanks for the ear.

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

Hhaha true :P Anytime :)

[terry smith]

Buy a piano, kill her ...put her in it...and play her soul.

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

heart and f*****g soul. Goes together like a wire and throat. whoa...that got dark