Who Can Know It?

'The heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it?'

Your emptiness
Reveals sullenness
Withdraws pleasantness
Conceals happiness
Your sick twisted thoughts
Gives me thick blood clots
Into my head it goes
Until it all explodes

Your uninviting poison keeps me alive,
But I don’t want you in my head; why can’t you just die?

It’s all my heart, not my head
If it should part then I’ll be dead

Your greediness
Drives my lustfulness
Ruins hopefulness
Stirs up senselessness
Your tempting course
Makes me want more
It is a disease
I can’t do as I please

I bound my fate to yours by trusting in a lie
And now the harder I break away the faster I will die

It's all my heart, not my head
If it should part then I'll be dead

I don’t know
Why can’t you go and leave me alone?

You’re my motivator
You got the top seed
You treacherous traitor
Stay away from me

It’s all my heart; it’s not my head
If it should part then I’ll be dead
It won’t be long, and once I try
You will fall, and I will die

Reviews

[Adela Muresan]

Magnificent descripion of a cage of passion.
It has a great flow, and it's intensity keeps the reader hooked.

A.M.

[speakingcolors]

i never understood why you named this the name that you chose. i mean, i do know what it is about, but i actually have been puzzled over the title for sometime; don't know why i didn't ask. it makes sense now that you have that description, i guess i never really thought about it. always will be one of my favorites. too bad people can hear it.

[distefano 401]

interesting. it confused me at first, but i think that's good. poems are boring sometimes when they spell everything out for the reader. also, nice flow; it was very easy to read.