Skin Stretching, Heart Wrenching, Hate Machine

Skin Stretching, Heart Wrenching, Hate Machine

A Poem by Rachel Hays

Skin stretching, heart wrenching, hate machine.
That's what I am and I will never hide it.
I can't help what I am.
I can't help what I feel.
                       

Sometimes I hate you.
Sometimes I want to rip out your vocal chords.
I never want to hear you again.

Late at night I can feel you,
A sobbing mess.
It's your own fault and I will never feel sympathy for you.

But I shift and I sway and hear something new
And I can't leave you there.
Not that way.
             

I can't say it and I never want to hurt you.
Because, believe it or not, under

This skin stretching, heart wrenching, hate machine
Is a peace making, people pleasing, f****t.


One who cries when you're down.
Who dies when you're not here.

Behind the shower curtain you can find me,
Curled in a wet mess still stained with tears.
They'll never come off.

Emotional and feminine and all the things you said.
You laugh when you speak it,
But I push the blade deeper.

You've rotted my insides.
You've ruined my youth.
My hate for you equals
That which you have for me.

 

You and I,

One and the same,

Hate upon hate,

And I can never leave
Because we're destined to share

This home,

This hate,

This skin stretching, heart wrenching, hate machine

Inside me.

© 2008 Rachel Hays


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Wow!!! ....AMAZING!!
-Steph♥

Posted 15 Years Ago


That's a very interesting concept you've created. All the way where we want to do something, but couldn't. That's how we've become what we became, based on both love and hate all twisted up altogether...

Anyway, I really enjoyed reading it at this moment very much so, because this is the perfect writing to read when you're in a real bad mood. On the other hand, all is still good though...


Posted 15 Years Ago


very interesting. the meter is a little cluncky in some places. but overall i really enjoyed this. i did not see any misspellings

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on February 28, 2008
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Rachel Hays
Rachel Hays

Gallatin, TN



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Well, I grew up very fast. I dealt with feelings of immense rage, depression, and a plethora of other emotions. I found a niche in writing. It helped to put down in paper my fantasies, feelings, and t.. more..

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