3:00 AM

so forgive me love, if i'd rather bruise than believe.

3:36 AM

i forgot to mention:

i’m looking for you.

and did i forget to mention

that you’re impossible to find?

 

i know that you say

you’re above technicalities,

but that’s not what i think.

so i say, ‘let’s find each other,

and we’ll break a few clichés.’

 

we’ll fall between the cracks,

so honey, don’t mind the bruises.

‘cause they’re just reminders

of how much we love each other.

 

[‘cause if you li[v]e for love,

maybe i[t]’ll die for you.]

 

3:41 AM

i miss the dandelion wishes

and waiting for the flowers bloom

in fields of “maybe” and “what if”

so i can pick you a flower for your hair.

‘cause you’d look pretty with a

‘maybe i love you’

behind your ear.

 

but that was beforehand.

 

[now i know]

 

3:45 AM

watching,

waiting.

listen,

pacing.

hating

knowing

nothing’s

coming.

 

[and you’re not coming.]

 

3:46 AM

it doesn’t matter what you said,

[what he said]

you belong to me.

the bruises are proof.

you think he’ll save you?

[think again.]

 

3:47 AM

did you think i wouldn’t notice?

did you think i wouldn’t care?

well, you’re the blind one, girl.

you should’ve known better.

the alcohol makes everything easy,

and i still know the way to your house.

 

[i’m breaking more than habits tonight.]

 

3:49 AM

i think i’d rather feel anger

‘cause it’s easier than pain.

i’d still rather feel fury,

‘cause it’s easier than shame.

and if it makes you run farther,

then i’d know you feel the same.

but i know you well enough;

you’ll smile through the pain,

you always said you liked it rough.

[i blame you for these bloodstains]

 

your breath leaves you cold and white,

and i know you well enough to know

you’ll smile as you’re losing the fight,

you’ll smile as you tell me you love me,

as the red clouds your sight.

‘cause, honey, i’m breaking more

than promises tonight.

 

[i think i like you better like this]

 

3:50 AM

so, sorry, love,

if i would rather shout than smile.

so, forgive me, love,

if i would rather forget than forgive.

i’m sorry, love,

if i would rather bruise than believe.

 

you drove me miles

past the end of the road.

i’m past my breaking point,

and i broke more than your heart tonight.

 

[so, sorry, love.]

Nightmare

Nov 23, 2010

• Chilling, Creepy poems.
• 3:00 AM

Author's Note

written last year.

Reviews

[DESTROYA]

i really love this! interesting point of view, cool format, nice story. Very well-phrased, also. I especially like the part after 349am. awesome job

[Bunnycorn]

It's really good, you've got some slight grammatical and tensing errors, but they don't take away from the meaning.

[Shante Payne]

I always love a good poem that takes my mind on a journey...thanks for complying. My favorite part of this is the one word break down:
"3:45 AM
watching,
waiting.
listen,
pacing.
hating
knowing
nothing’s
coming."

That was like the tick tock of the clock. Loved this...

[Sothe (White Princess)]

This poem had so much meaning.....there's some repetition, which is good cause it helps the effect and emotion in the words. What an amazing poem, truly one that was written from the heart. Many people, I;m sure, find themselves in a situation such as this, which makes it all the more real. The imagery was great too, truly saying how guilt can over come, how pain is everything....Well Done.

[Sean Eddingfield]

Hmmm... good write... not really scary... just sad.

[compositionc]

That was so creepily wonderful. The guy who is stalking the person is truly insane. One of the worst. Poor girl. I whole heartedly sympathize.
Fantastic submission to the contest.

[Calypso]

This is a very, very good poem. The pure anger makes me cringe! I would never want to be hunted down by this guy. 'so forgive me love, if I'd rather bruise than believe' Caught my eye right off the bat. You have done very well and it's no wonder you won that creepy poem contest. You deserved to.

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

At first my mind went a little off reading this, with the brackets. But I think I figured it out. By the time I got to the end, I was blown away. I really enjoyed reading this. Nice work.

[Vigo Manslaughter]

Brilliant work. The format and tone is so obsessive and deep. I enjoyed reading this.