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Solace Nov 27
to love is to suffer
to suffer is to love

so when you reach your hand down my throat
and rip my heart from my chest,
when you curl your fingers into fists and
beat them against my face,
when you smile tauntingly and tease and mock and humiliate and manipulate me,
when you curl your fingers against the stitches that i restitch
every morning, every afternoon, every night,
and yank as hard as you can until the blood flows like red peonies against my skin

to love is to suffer
to suffer is to love

i don't mind.
it's okay.
i don't mind.
i don't.
because i love you.

to love is to love
to suffer is to suffer
or was it something else?
because i can't tell anymore
god, is it so wrong to want something
that i know is wrong?
it's not going to work like that, i know,
but still, my poor heart wants to challenge fate
and end up in your arms.
Sarthak Gupta Nov 20
They thought it would be easy to call back,
They thought it would be easy to leave behind,
They thought he wouldn't mind if they left him,
It was as they thought, he didn't mind,
For he had already suffered worse in past,
Heart dead, Mind blanked,
A humanoid machine living for the sake of living....
Sufferings are relative...
JOY Aug 19
She just wanted to lead a happy life
A nice small house and a family
But there is something that tells me
She is never gonna get her way
Maybe that's why she is getting angry
Fury increased with each passing day

With three sick kids in the hand
A cheating husband
People will soon talk
Now she minds it
But he is the man
he is always doing what he want
And the woman is just here
For them to blame her


How could you be so so clueless
So careless in your own clothes
You should have paid more
attention to your state
Maybe then he won't cheat
And the kids will be alright
One day
And the people will stop looking
at you at this way
Cause the women are just here
For them to blame her
Maybe if she paid more attention
to her state
The trees will grow
Nature will heal
The volcanos will not erupt
And this weather will be clear

Just maybe if she paid more attention
to her state
After all, this is an old wives' tale
Women are reasonable for everything
Zywa Jul 31
You and you only

know my pain, for you yourself --


did it, broke my heart.
Poem "Und wüßten’s die Blumen" ("And if the flowers knew", 1823, Heinrich Heine), from the collection "Lyrisches Intermezzo" - XXII, set to music in 1840 by Robert Schumann

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
Forget her
Don't suffer to remember just to suffer forever, sucker
Lust safer
Rub one out and see if the hunger doesn't expire a little quicker
Cold fire
Flip it 180 and record what's bound to transpire
Loves quagmire
Simple desire will always inspire but ensnare a liar

Shifty empire
Not strange to aspire to be a vicious, succubus, vampire
Almost satire
An enticing lure to offer for sure but unstable as brushfire
Situation's dire
Sooner than later fall victim to the inevitable backfire
Flimsy tightwire
An act in need of fools for hire, speaking to the choir

©2023
Zywa Jul 2023
Everything changes

and suffers from it, I too --


am living that way.
Novel "The Good Apprentice" (1985, Iris Murdoch), chapter 1, part 5

Collection "Unspoken"
Zywa Sep 2020
It is not cosy
in my bodyhome, sweating
on the bed, I stretch out wide

to an X
(value unknown)
to cool down

but there is no wind
and the air is damp
with sorrow for my fate

and with fear that this is the last
I am able to sustain, that
thereafter, it will be too bad

(I'm not sure what -
  sometimes it is too dark
  then again the light shines too bright)

I need space and breath
to fight, I am a fighter
in my head and my belly

surrounded, constricted
and suffocated, plenty of air
but not for me?

Stings and cramps
for the danger, the gong rings
(for a new round)
For Maria Godschalk

Collection “On living on [1]"
Zywa May 2023
My room: a waste bin,

chair, chamber ***, and myself --


tossing in my bed.
Collection "Bruises"
halfmoonprxnce Jan 2023
a feeling of numbness

suffering from a disease

too invisible for the eyes to see

a parasitic disease

in which its host

is unable to escape

the confines of this mind

no matter how hard they try

a precious body with a functioning heart and brain

but unable to use them to your gain

a body that never experiences happiness

an abnormal brain given by a God

who apparently conducts experiments on his children

a lingering heaviness in my mind

impossible to be removed

urges that I don't want

every day, hour, minute, second

always in a battle with your own mind

nobody there for you to confide

in


for i just want to be normal.
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