Twisted.

Twisted.

A Poem by MusterMyMonsters
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Twisted love story

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These chains that hold me, break me daily, and win,
Your smile, it scolds me, shakes me daily, it's such a sin,
Your hands they touch me, without feeling, without sensation,
The pain you give me, excites me, pure flirtation,
Your eyes, they hold sweet despair of hatred,
Yet, I find that they look upon me to be so sacred,
The claws you grasp me with are frustratingly deep,
The promises you make are never intended to keep,
Yet, I hold on by the thread of love you spare,
Hoping one day the monster I love might care,
The flames of the damned burn me so,
Being damned is something I'll become to know,
The reaping thrills of your sickening love thrusted upon me,
Is just the sinister belief that I could truly be free,
I no longer lead within my own life,
You always looking to me with absolute strife,
How twisted my heart has become to love you,
And, twisted as I am, you'll always be twisted too. 

© 2016 MusterMyMonsters


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I can understand how difficult it is to get on with an unfulfilling relationship. However one should always listen to mind and heart together. I also understand that this is the beginning phase of understanding one's own self as to the questions "Is this Love?" and "Is this what "I" want?".

However things do not stop for our pain or pleasure. Yet one should attempt to protect one's own emotions. I liked the poem for the emotion expressed in it which is a common challenge for many youngsters around. And also the wording is beautiful to my knowledge.

Posted 8 Years Ago


You beat yourself up over mistakes, Find a guy who you think you love, only to know he doesnt deserve it. So now you're stuck in a twisted game. I see.


Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on August 10, 2016
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Tags: Love, twisted. hurt, pain, regret.

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MusterMyMonsters
MusterMyMonsters

Tucson, AZ



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I love to write and be in tune with what I'm writing about. Hopefully someday I get to publish some of what I write. I also am a singer and write songs as well as play many instruments. more..

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