Blissfully Hurting

Memories are refreshed

And blood rushes-  

It stings like  

A citric drop on an open wound.   

Once again I'm crippled,  

Hopeless and helpless;  

Blissfully hurting-  

As you point a gun down my throat.   

You pull the trigger  

And I give in yet again.  

Why does life permit 

Such cruelty,  

Such bliss,  

Such stupidity?

Reviews

[Wake Up!]

o_o

[AbsentElements]

I understand this completely... Too well actually. Though I have to say I hate myself sometimes for the things I have done, mostly about men, I have to say sometimes people don't understand how hard it is to leave someone, no matter how bad they treat you. If you are truly in love with someone you can't just walk away because they hit you or cheated on you... It's hard... And it makes you feel so stupid, but you just can't help it. This poem, I feel, explains this in a way. But besides that opinion I have to say this is a very nice piece.

[PaperHearts]

I really loved this poem! Your choice of words were spot on, and the way you crafted the emotion into this piece was really stunning. The tension, struggle, and desperation that you expressed was like an exaggerated version of what we all go through during our lifetime, and I thought that you summed all of this up perfectly in the last few lines. However, my favourite section of the poem was probably the first 5 or so lines. Beautifully done! :)
~PaperHearts

[Jasmarine]

W-O-W just like those girls that run back to their boyfriends after they treated them like garbage. And the memories coming back of what their boyfriend did to them before but they're telling themselves that he cares about them and won't do the bad things again. BULLPOOP, once an a*****e always an a*****e...yes I'm bitter about boys atm. Just the feeling of being in the moment and being shot down by the one person whom you care so much about and have so many feelings for and respect and adore and can't get out of your head, for him to just treat you like you're nothing and can be thrown away but picked back up again is like having your heart run over by a steamroller on broken glass on gritty concrete. Your poems bring out an interesting character in me...thanks for the variety in my life :) Good work, as always :D

[Poetic Beauty]

This poem is a bit on the dark side but it expresses the mixed emotion that you have. I like this poem

[JenLyn]

I didn't really feel this piece but keep writing. :)

[Shelby Baker]

Bitter! Cleave! Emotional!
Love it!

[Amy Bumpas]

Life produces it all, and holds all as prisoners, no exception.
Youwrite with such powerful emotions.

[deeps]

I am not really for one for writes like this.
But your emotions are expressed well.

[MissWordSmith]

your words, once again, are so wise.
fav lines:
Memories are refreshed

And blood rushes-

It stings like

A citric drop on an open wound.

how do u think up stuff like that?!
a really nice write, i would change NOTHING about it.