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A poem about the dark side of love... if one can call it that.

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He sits there,

taping the momentos in his book,

the smeared pages under his fingers,

blood stained and dirty.

Her face was once to die for,

scarred and broken she lies now,

just one of the many others,

he loves her,

he loved them all at some point.

A new girl in sight,

youth lingering in her eyes,

now moistened with tears,

she is strapped to the chair,

glowing under bare bulbs,

swaying back and forth in unison.

In his blade he sees her lips,

full and lush once,

locked with his minutes ago,

never to part or stray far.

Her face shines with persperation,

a picture taken for keeps,

then to the dirty deed of the night;

how silly she was,

everyone knows there is no such thing,

the thing called love.

One last glimpse for him,

she lets a scream escape,

the sign of weakness,

then she is gone,

her life dripping to the floor in puddles.

The binding torn a bit now,

the cover page fading fast,

adding the picture,

a lock of hair he stroked once,

by the fireplace there,

he shuts the book,

returning it to the others he has.

Remembering tomorrow is a busy day for him,

picking up the phone,

making reservations for two,

the usual table just fitting,

a corner nook,

letting privacy for lovers.

Taking the keys from the table,

locking the door behind himself,

he leaves,

going to get flowers and chocolates,

for the love of his life.

 

Author's Note

This was a poem telling of the dangers of love, whether it be online or in person. The funny thing is, a day later I actually got a facebook account. Well, hope you enjoy it.

Reviews

[Passingdaze]

Simply amazing. This work is one of my favorites by far. You have talent as a writer and the imagery you conveyed here proves that point. Keep it up man...

[C. C. Burl]

wow, what a poem. shows the dark side of love . . . there are those who do not believe in it. thanks for sharing; it is a warning to those who are too careless.

[Bee]

You're 15? great, honest, dark poem.

[Fire&Ice]

This is really messed up. S'why I like it. Dark and intriguing. Nice use of "things."

[Angelic Darkness]

This is like a obsession, dark and disturbing...never enough, never
satisfied in all of the name of love. Nothing is perfect.

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