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this is not love but a fetishisation of drowning and dying breaths don’t try and tell me this is how it should feel that the lack of blood on your hands somehow makes you innocent you are implicated through the slashes on my heart, love, there is no getting around the fact that you wielded a knife and recklessly stabbed at me to say that you loved me is to say you fell in love with how bloodied you left me don’t misunderstand, i am not the pain you embedded within me love is much too fragile for you to understand or even recognise and if there was ever any trace of love between us that would let you blink for a second and touch me softly you murdered that the distance remains, and the empty space helped me see you are twisted and dark, love, and i could never fall in love with you or even look at you don’t try and tell me i’m broken i am, but not because i love you you arranged the pieces of my heart into ugly slurs that made me feel so worthless how could you love me, or even pretend you did? this is not love, but the residue of the unhealthiest of attachments; calling you love is kind and caring and you deserve neither, love.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
love; an endearment
this is not love but a fetishisation of drowning and dying breaths don’t try and tell me this is how it should feel that the lack of blood on your hands somehow makes you innocent you are implicated through the slashes on my heart, love, there is no getting around the fact that you wielded a knife and recklessly stabbed at me to say that you loved me is to say you fell in love with how bloodied you left me don’t misunderstand, i am not the pain you embedded within me love is much too fragile for you to understand or even recognise and if there was ever any trace of love between us that would let you blink for a second and touch me softly you murdered that the distance remains, and the empty space helped me see you are twisted and dark, love, and i could never fall in love with you or even look at you don’t try and tell me i’m broken i am, but not because i love you you arranged the pieces of my heart into ugly slurs that made me feel so worthless how could you love me, or even pretend you did? this is not love, but the residue of the unhealthiest of attachments; calling you love is kind and caring and you deserve neither, love.
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15/F/Abu Dhabi
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
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