Pain of Love

this poem is kinda f***ed up

What am I to do?

What am I to do?

 

I’m stuck here

Rather than next to you

 

Now this ain’t no romance poem

 

Nope

See if I was next to you right now

Your heart wouldn’t be the only thing

 Pounding out the blood

 

Your face would be destroyed

Your lips wouldn’t be so perfect anymore

Your eyes wouldn’t sparkle anymore

Swollen shut with purple and black

 

Oh how I loved your soft skin

So smooth

 

Now creased and broken

With the wounds and scars

Created by my hands

 

 

Oh how I miss your voice.

The way you called my name

Now calling for Mercy

 

Crying for an explanation

So I gave you one

I love you

Reviews

[CMC]

Violence, brutality. They are almost pointless, but you conveyed that one sense of justified rage that everybody has. Somebody that is looking for the person she loves to suffer.