Venom

Venom

A Poem by Rachel DeHart

Dear leftover love feelings.

I’m done with the heavy weight you leave

sitting in my chest. I am sick of not being able to

breathe with I think of anyone other than you.

 

Because you became like

oxygen.

 

and now I am suffocating.

You left a taint on everything else I try to do now.

No one else gets anywhere close to the

bar you set. I am floundering here.

Conversations suck. I can’t see any part of

           old town

without my heart breaking all over again.

 

You are unforgettable, a poison crawled up

under my skin and I cannot wash you off.

                                and I don’t want to.

I am addicted. All of my thoughts are

jumbled, spilling them out to you

                over late night coffee and too much water

    helped me sort it all out.

 

          I am at a total loss.

                    what am I doing without you to

                 pump your [in]sanity into my system?

Because I know [in theory] that I can in fact survive [without you].

         but what happens when I’m too bored with

                      everything

           to even want to try?

 

 

It is all dull in comparison.

                nothing is as bright as your smile,

                as cold as the nights spent by our river

                           found in the middle of old buildings

                                our own decaying metropolis.

                And no hug is nearly as warm,

i am freezing here without your affectionate hands engulfing mine.

 

 

The worst part is,

                there is nothing I can do about any of this.

                I’ve been infected with your kiss.

    I am left here needing, wanting, caring

throwing all of these heartfelt feelings

                                into the wall of your independence.

 

Yes,

                I know you see yourself as anything

           and everything bad that could ever

      happen to a person.

But please, give me a chance,

     because I am the same way. See all the bad things

that you say you are, every time I open my eyes

to face a mirror.

 

                I have faith. I think

if anyone can survive the worst,

we’d have the best fighting chance.

                poison nullifies poison.

    the whole anti-venom idea

 

 

and it just boils down to.

                I am suffocating,

  everything changed, not for the worst like

I’m sure you believe.

 

© 2008 Rachel DeHart


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wow

this was really good.

I really like the raw and honest emotions

its flows very nicley too :]

all that aside I felt sad reading it. you have successfully conveyed your emotions and what you where feeling in this poem. Very well done :]



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this one a lot. I especially liked the whole anti-venom metaphor.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow, This was incredible. Raw, honest, painful emotions. I am very impressed by the expressions you were able to convey. Thanks for putting into words what we have all felt or feel at some point in our lives. Great write!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Rachel DeHart
Rachel DeHart

Falls Church, VA



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