You and Your Suicide

My dreams are tainted sometimes

Because of what you've done,

Because I still dream of you.

And when I wake,

I can almost taste the thick smoke

That still haunts me.

I wonder if you ever noticed

How much your bittersweet love

hurt mes, even now.

You make me hate myself sometimes

Because of what you've said,

Because you still mean so much to me.

It's never going away,

I miss you though you make me weak,

And I've been nothing but strong.

I wish I could hate you,

Your love has always been pained.

Do you remember,

When I use to cry?

You never saw me then.

But all I saw was you.

You and your pain. Your fear.

You and your suicide.

If I can't hate you, Can I hate the world?

For what it did to you? For breaking you?

And if I look for myself,

In the pale sky,

Will I find the peices of myself

That you took with you?

The pieces I wish I saw in your eyes.

Can I hate you? For loving me?

But I still look up to that pale sky,

And still wish you knew me.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

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"I miss you though you make me weak,
And I've been nothing but strong.
I wish I could hate you,
Your love has always been pained."

{WoW--very emotive---love the intensity of this}

...great poetry...

"Can I hate you? For loving me?
But I still look up to that pale sky,
And still wish you knew me."

james:-)

[Vanna Renee]

I do this whenever I'm reading the beginning of one of my books. Look at the first word of every line. If the words differ, then you've done something hard to do. If the words recur, then it might have a lot of questioning within the story.