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Anais Vionet Jun 7
I miss you - your methodical intelligence, your clear and definite character, your scratchy-blue-beard, your voice - a high fidelity love song.

I’m less obsessive about you in the rush of college with its narrowed perspectives and endless, immediate goals. It’s harder on vacation. There’s too much free time.

I’m tortured by my own needs.

“I can live without him,” I say, out of the blue, to no one - we’re lounging by a spa pool - “I’m going to reel myself in,” I add, listlessly “or I could just invite him - he’d show up for his own reasons..”

“You’re talking to yourself.” Lisa says.

“I’m seeking expert advice.” I answer back, shaking my head as if to throw off doubts.
BLT Marriam Webster word of the day challenge: fidelity: being faithful to someone or accuracy in details.
N Jan 23
Love, do as you wish
with my aching body,
but do not leave any bruises

Destroy what is left
of my heart, if you must,
but do not leave me again
This is love too, right?
JR Nov 2021
I think a lonely night is made by you
Leave my high and dry
No consequence finds you
A whirlwind of questions
Why put my love in one place?
Where’s my green light to go?
Can’t you hold on to what’s enough?
Leave tonight or leave forever
Pick a fight or work together
My lover is not kind
And I refuse to be clever

This is a poem for those tortured by love.
Nigdaw Oct 2021
he went down screaming
as most men do
relieved of his freedom
set free of his will
he wanted her badly
lustfully, madly
she would take him
and break him
on love's wheel
The uniVerse Jun 2021
You’re such a tease you ease between nonchalant and fervour • I favour the latter the scattershot words of intent • you invent new ways to torture me oh fortunate me to be the subject of such cruelty • what is a man to do that’s caught in the crosshairs of a shrew • to reciprocate with such hapless abandon or offer up random excuses why he must refuse this attention • my heart tried to stage an intervention but the other members rejected the motion • it's already had some wear and tear so please can you just handle with care.
My Dear Poet May 2021
Salting snails is torture
But once they’re cooked then salted
It’s fine
Sometimes it’s the process which makes all the difference
Nina Apr 2021
I used to think that you were like me
I hoped that we'd plan a better future
but you chose death over me
and you broke my heart, my culture.

I hate that you broke my hopes,
you thought that you loved me
while you made everything worse
and left me with no reason.

If I was still a little kid
I would never be ashamed of myself
to be broken on the current time
and waited for hours for my man.

But my man broke the rules
and left me broken
with no hopes or future
even I love him. Old him.

And I still hope that it will change
him and his all mistakes
to make me feel in love again
like it is the first time we met.
I used to love you.
Leah Carr Apr 2021
Sitting here
and cold
and then suddenly
my mind is flooded
with you
your words
your thoughts

It's unbearable
to miss someone
before they're even
to love someone
you shouldn't
and to care
so deeply
it hurts

I wish
I couldn't love
Because to love someone
or later
is to lose them
I wish my head
my heart

My ability to love
so readily
gets me
into trouble
it torments and tortures me
at the times
it hurts
the most
Please let the pain
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, plastering a smile is torturous sometimes:\

smudge the torture and stand with pride

plaster a smile and the tears of grief you hide

cope a force and shred the cages breaking frees

rise even when the mockery spreads and the clock spits threes

change last years cape and stiffen the knife

hang just for you to get out of your strive

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