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I am the love you regret.
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47/M/Cape town
Poems
anon
Nov 2017
i've been kissed
by a sadist
who holds my hand
and guides me softly
to dramatic
pain
at his hands
i've been held
like a child
so fragile
i could be dropped
or broken
with such ease
and no fight
i've been kissed
by a sadist
who hurt me
so fully
so hatefully
that i don't
quite
catch on
under his spell i wait
and wait
for love to greet me
like it once had done
the kiss
of the sadist
burns my flesh
exposing the weakness
underneath
but i always return
to the sadist's touch
the sadist's
kiss
the sadist
because i love
his love
and his love
is my pain
the kiss
of the sadist
makes me
a *******
by a sadist
who holds my hand
and guides me softly
to dramatic
pain
at his hands
i've been held
like a child
so fragile
i could be dropped
or broken
with such ease
and no fight
i've been kissed
by a sadist
who hurt me
so fully
so hatefully
that i don't
quite
catch on
under his spell i wait
and wait
for love to greet me
like it once had done
the kiss
of the sadist
burns my flesh
exposing the weakness
underneath
but i always return
to the sadist's touch
the sadist's
kiss
the sadist
because i love
his love
and his love
is my pain
the kiss
of the sadist
makes me
a *******
teni
Sep 2018
why wont you let me move on?
is it because you dont want me to?
you dont want me to find happiness
with someone else?
or are you just plain sadistic,
forcing this pain on me?
every time i think i can breathe,
there you are again
with your hands around my neck
cutting off my oxygen supply
making me lightheaded.
every time i try to move,
i realize my arms and legs have been tied down
and there you stand
taunting me at the end of the bed.
why do you have to be so cruel to me?
its probably because you know i live for the pain.
is it because you dont want me to?
you dont want me to find happiness
with someone else?
or are you just plain sadistic,
forcing this pain on me?
every time i think i can breathe,
there you are again
with your hands around my neck
cutting off my oxygen supply
making me lightheaded.
every time i try to move,
i realize my arms and legs have been tied down
and there you stand
taunting me at the end of the bed.
why do you have to be so cruel to me?
its probably because you know i live for the pain.
not just a metaphor.
Gwen Whitmoore Apr 2013
Intellectual Sadist.
Gwen Whitmoore
Apr 2013
I am not in the business of being you
or him or her or they
we doesn't even really interest me.
you hated me within the first 20 minutes
like a shallow predator
experiencing virginal danger
you have the limbic system of a prey
obvious to anyone in touch with their senses.
you were threatened-
you cracked a joke and among
the robotic laughter and among
the generic thoughts
I stood back, blank-faced
a novel piece of art you haven't the ability
to muster up the courage to understand.
aloud, I said it wasn't funny
which I'm sure your emptiness already betrayed
in a booming, and terrifying fashion
(I'm an intellectual sadist-
I get off watching you squirm)
you know enough, that you have no basis
that the status quo is the stale stream you do nothing but soak in.
you're superficiality is so pervasive
that your thoughts are unfilled, plastic
discarded long ago by anyone with stamina
(you're a carbon-copy of a Xeroxed person)
looking the same as the others of your degenerate breed
with much less vibrancy than the original
and far less worth.
your boundaries have been in place for so long
passed down by
generations
of
generations
of
generations
great-great-granddaddy's barbed wire is the only thing protecting your prejudice.
you're not funny- you're scared
ashamed and lonesome.
ashamed of the person you wish you could be
but don't have the strength-or the guts
to morph into
lonesome because even yourself is someone you don't feel close to
you are so basically human.
I have no pity.
**for you are no Muse.
or him or her or they
we doesn't even really interest me.
you hated me within the first 20 minutes
like a shallow predator
experiencing virginal danger
you have the limbic system of a prey
obvious to anyone in touch with their senses.
you were threatened-
you cracked a joke and among
the robotic laughter and among
the generic thoughts
I stood back, blank-faced
a novel piece of art you haven't the ability
to muster up the courage to understand.
aloud, I said it wasn't funny
which I'm sure your emptiness already betrayed
in a booming, and terrifying fashion
(I'm an intellectual sadist-
I get off watching you squirm)
you know enough, that you have no basis
that the status quo is the stale stream you do nothing but soak in.
you're superficiality is so pervasive
that your thoughts are unfilled, plastic
discarded long ago by anyone with stamina
(you're a carbon-copy of a Xeroxed person)
looking the same as the others of your degenerate breed
with much less vibrancy than the original
and far less worth.
your boundaries have been in place for so long
passed down by
generations
of
generations
of
generations
great-great-granddaddy's barbed wire is the only thing protecting your prejudice.
you're not funny- you're scared
ashamed and lonesome.
ashamed of the person you wish you could be
but don't have the strength-or the guts
to morph into
lonesome because even yourself is someone you don't feel close to
you are so basically human.
I have no pity.
**for you are no Muse.