Oxymoron

I love you as the sun rises.

I hate you as the sun sets.

I can no longer differ between East and West.

I love you and so I love me,

the me that is able to love you so altruistically.

I hate you and so I hate me,

the me that surrenders to you so powerlessly.

Oh, what wicked a force it is that so strongly binds

blood born from blood, and imprisons the mind!

Were they to lock me away in those square white rooms,

I would still hold the hope that you would come for me.

Perhaps I am mad?

How can the tears you are too proud to shed,

impair my vision and fall from my eyes instead?

You are everything I swear I can never become!

So how can your damned laugh still evoke mine?

What perverse sickness has taken me so,

that I would desire approval from one I detest?

Evil night-like pupils that wreck apart my insides,

and sink me like a ship caught by jagged rocks.

I scan your eyes pleadingly for understanding,

searching for a single drop of water in a sea.

Your words warm me like wax under lit candles,

but turn to cold steel and slice trembling wrists.

Your words raise my spirits up to the golden heavens,

then drop me down and wring my neck on gallows.

My tender heart is bound; your miserable slave,

in chains that I do not have the will to destroy.

Reviews

[Bonie]

I love that you can rhyme so easily.