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Oct 2018
This is sick, all of it, grotesquely sickening.
This co-dependent, flesh-consuming, parasitic “relationship” is what we crave.
We’re ravenous beasts, that’s just who we are.
We hurt each other past the point of forgiveness.
The things you’ve yelled at me in a passionate, heated rage, undoubtedly, unforgivable.
The things I’ve done to you in my periods of momentary psychosis, unspeakably, unforgivable.
This is clearly and painfully sickening.
I can’t help but ask myself, “Why do I stay in this volatile battlefield, we’ve mistakenly called a normal relationship?”
But even more confusing, why do you stay if you hate me?
Nothing seems normal anymore.
It’s demented, but I love being your obscurity.
And I know you love being my parasite.
It’s all so sick, but we both know we love and need this.
Natalie Rivera
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Natalie Rivera  22/F/Bronx, NY
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