Are you?

Are you? 

What they say you are?

A monster? 

A psychopath?

A leach sucking at the skin?

Waiting till all my blood runs dry?

Are you?

Are you really the only thing that makes me laugh?

Makes me smile?

Makes me melt inside?

I lost everything to be with you

My friends

My soul 

All given up for a simple flicker of light

of happiness

To fill the darkest parts of my undefined soul?

You are

You are a psychopathic monster

Lingering and drinking my blood

That you make boil with passion

Hope, and happiness

You are my great mistake

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

I missed you on this site, Sophie!! Gabby would have gained a lot to have befriended you on this site. : ) This poem stuck out to me. It has too many question marks on it. It reads perfectly without all of them, Half of the lines that have them aren't even full sentences, so if it's for "effect", then that is different, but the overall look of a poem that is filled halfway with question marks is really strange to look at without them being actual sentences. I really like how you center your poem on here for me to read. Your poem calls out everything that has been called out to ME in my past and unfairly so. Psychopaths KNOW they are and are very fond of such a practice to become what they have come; it's in the very design of their very makeup and how they function from day to day. Me and you have met many of these souls on Earth by now. They plague our nightmares, feed the need to seek out drugs to "cure" our rage, and tear away at our respect that we had little of to start with when it doesn't start at home. : ) Great job on the poem, Gabby!! xxoo -Mark

[The Nude Writer]

Wow..what inspired this one? You really have a way with words. Great poem :)