heart full of blood

heart full of blood

A Poem by Moebia
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masochist.

"
looked into your brown eyes
felt this heart full of blood grow
I heard your voice 
and felt my ears smile--
yes, smile at the
mouth full of lies
that you spoke from. 

how many times 
I had succumbed 
to the beauty of your lure
like a mindless flounder
darting through the water

I found you,
and I thought you were mine,
because finders are keepers,
but I don't want to keep you.
you are the worst kind of poison
never in my life
had my eyes, full of water,
been so sad! 

never in my life,
have I been so quick
to detach--trying, as I am,
to not care. but I am a fool.
I let others hurt me, because
I am a masochistic sadist,
I want you to feel
how you made me feel,
so you can dart away
like a minnow in a tank,
only to come back when
you realize I was the best
thing to ever claim you. 
bring me the indirect punishment--
I have deserved it since I
came to this world.

© 2015 Moebia


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Oh, such meaning I find in this work. Its as if you have peered into the very pain of my own heart, for I know the pains of longing for the destruction on my own pride, the hurt brought on by the need for ssomething so terrible it harks at the very soul....very touching read on my behalfand very well eexpressed...thanks for sharing

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Moebia

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the review Andy!



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Oh, such meaning I find in this work. Its as if you have peered into the very pain of my own heart, for I know the pains of longing for the destruction on my own pride, the hurt brought on by the need for ssomething so terrible it harks at the very soul....very touching read on my behalfand very well eexpressed...thanks for sharing

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Moebia

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the review Andy!

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Moebia

Somebody's Nosy, TX



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