To Id

I understand

Just take your time.

I've hurt you and

your tortured mind.

And if you come,

I'll be here waiting.

There's no one else

worth saving.

So if you love me,

please don't hate me.

I've lost you and

I'm slowly fading.

If you hate me,

please forgive me.

I never meant

to leave you bleeding.

Now my carpet

is stained with red.

And you're hiding

under my bed.

A rush of wind,

and then you're gone.

I've forgotten

where I belong.

But still you whisper,

still you listen,

and though your words

are often driven

by hate and malice,

I still will answer.

You are my one

and only cancer.

So if you love me,

please don't hate.

I've lost you and

I know your faking.

I know you hate me,

but please forgive me.

I never meant

to keep you bleeding

for years.

But now the music

softly sways us.

I think the people

are afraid of us.

And I can't blame them.

I won't shame them.

We are amazing.

We are contagious.

Please don't love me.

You won't remember

these words when you

feel so much anger.

But please don't hate me.

Please don't berate me.

You know I warned you.

You know I told you...

To please forgive me

when I'm angry,

and when I'm lost,

in need of saving,

you'll be my lighthouse.

You'll be my spirit.

You'll be my home,

and still I fear it.

My identity.

You're my complexity.

You're my defenses

and my attacker.

You are my captive,

and my captor.

I am lost

without your arms

wrapped

around me.

My identity.

Reviews

[sette]

this is one intriguing poem i just wonder if the id here is freud's id stage