You are an illness,
my infection, my lie.
I think I might love you
but hate, still I try.
You are my poison,
my escape, my release.
I ask you to take me
for at last I'm at peace.
You blinded my heart
with both hate and corruption!
Why say that you love me?
Why face such destruction.
But no I can't have you,
you're not mine to take.
Yet still as I see you;
it's but my heart that does ache.
My first poem I ever wrote, ever. This was actually a homework my English teacher set on a whim, she told us all to write a love poem and bring it the next lesson to read it out, just for the hell of it. Needless to say people arrived and read out their poems about how fantastically beautiful someone was or how deeply they were in love with them, so I wrote this, I focused on the darker side of love. People really liked it though, so I decided to keep writing and this is where my poetry story begins, I was either late 15 or early 16 at the time of writing.