You Hurt Me Because You Love Me the MostA Poem by Wasteofpaint666
Loving me is fine art, acquired taste,
Lemonade sugar packets, gasoline On your tongue before you suck a lit match It takes like bitten fingers, someone else’s Hands wrapped around your throat Until you forget to breathe but It’s okay, I didn’t remember before, anyway Mom always loved me easy but hard and she Cries when I yell back, clench hands to fists And she says, “you hurt me because you Love me the most” Loving me is loving the stains on my hands, Wrist scars, sleepless aching, wanting to Lick the surface of the moon and take it home Wanting to kiss the face of a stranger and take it home Wanting to know where on earth home really is I think I left it in the back of a gold pickup truck Poppa loves me in between champagne laughter And we catch a thunderstorm mid-rumble “you’d never hurt him like you hurt me” Momma says, but she’s wrong I hurt everyone because hurting myself Grew tired Loving me is shaking the earth. Crack open Lightning in my jaw and i’ll show you my core, Show you how ash can burn fingerprints Show you how sweat can soothe the sting I need you to tell me that loving me isn’t Cursed Don’t curse, when you raise your voice I hear brimstone and hellfire You have to know that your lips speak psalms You can only hurt yourself for so long before Your same scars exhale; they’re tired, I’m tired, i Want to hurt you Loving me is confession, absolution, my body a church, My breasts the eucharist melting on your tongue My sighs the singing of a chorus My eyes reflect the light from stained glass windows How do you love me like religion, Adam and eve before I sink my teeth deep Into soft flesh And remember Loving me is bad poetry, how I remember you When I write you into existence again Without the words you fade from metaphor Your pain fills rooms with silence I can’t remember what made you beautiful Or mine © 2015 Wasteofpaint666 |
StatsAuthorWasteofpaint666Portland, ORAboutI treat objects like women, I drink like my dad, and I'm not as cool as you think. I spend more than half my day in head. INTJ, OCD, and BAMF. more..Writing
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