"fredericos" poems
And as I lay my
Tired bones to rest
You're the last image
in my head
I thought,
I never knew I'm capable
Of feeling so much
For a person
I try not to,
But I think of you
Many times
In a day
Soon as I wake up
As I walk to work
As I have my lunch
As I look at the flowers you gave me
Everytime I stumble upon a reminder,
All the cells and all the atoms,
Each and very ounce of my being,
is trembling with hate and anger.
I try not to,
But I curse your name
In the wind, in my mind
Almost as often as I blink
And with hopes the wind
And the universe be in my favor
I hope it blows and deliver to you
My long kept
Unspoken
Hurricane of hate.
All millions of them in a day.
Until all hatred is gone.
Until I get tired.
Until I can't live up to the abhorrence
That you deserve.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC