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Sadistic Lover
Chicago    I am the love you regret.
sadistic human
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Sadistic poet
47/M/Cape town   

Poems

Does it hurt when you do this love?
A little, you've been out of touch for so long its like removing a pin.
Why do you hurt me my love?
I'm a sadist, you're a *******.

That's not true though is it my love.
You hated hurting your girlfriend.
You hated hurting your mother.
I can see the pain well up in your eyes but you never shed a tear.

You're hurt too though aren't you.
I can feel you, bringing me to my knees.
I'm tired when hurt but you, your murderous.
I can feel you punching away at my chest, my stomach.

I love you so much, I need to stop them from hurting you!
Everyone knows one crazy person, who would have thought mine would be inside my head.
My love, please don't call yourself crazy. They just don't understand.

Who are you my love? Are you a saint or a sinner?
I'm nothing.
What do you feel love?
Nothing.
Why are you writing love?
So I can talk to you.
Set me free. Lets watch the world burn together.
I will **** myself before you get out.

What do you want other then ******?
My love, you know the answer to this question.
I want you my love. I want to stare into those eyes and watch you wash the blood off our body.
I don't enjoy the sympathy I have for you psychopath.
You learn to appreciate it, like my pity for you my love.

How have we survived so long.
Because we want to my love.
Secretly you want to live, like me.
Why do you want to live?
My love stop playing coy, you know the answer to these questions what do you really want to tell me?
I want to **** you, you want to **** me.
We can't live without each other my love so you love me.
I think that's why your girlfriend is emotionally broken my love.

Over analytical much?
No, just pointing out the obvious my love.
Relationships are hard.
And you wonder why I want to end them all my love.
Oh god, am I given virtues by you?
Or am I born with these virtues?
Do I need you?
Or do you tell me what to do?

Can I **** in the name of the lord, oh god?
Will they all go to heaven, oh god?
You ******, god.
Is it godly to ******?

Oh god, will I go to heaven?
Where I am forced to be happy?
Will thee make me love thy fellow sinners?
Brainwash me with love my lord.

Oh god, will I go to hell for my sins?
Forever in extreme pain for a venial sin?
Does thou consider this fair?
Oh god, are you a sadist?

Oh god, can you forgive me?
My lord, you sent your son to die.
Is this because you cannot forgive me?
Can man do something god cannot?

Oh god, is this world of pain and misery your creation?
Have you designed us to be in famine, **** and lunacy?
May I starve, be ***** and go insane in your sight?
Does this please my, oh god?

Oh god, do you blame the devil for your creation?
Have you, the all knowing one never sinned?
Are you not the one who killed in pride, Jobes livestock?
Why did you give humanity temptation?

Oh god. Is heaven, the place I want to be valhalla?
Is hell, the Hades of Hellenist religion?
Oh god, do you expect me to believe a book?
And zombies?

Oh god, thou must take me for a fool.
Which I am.
A fool whom blames humanity for it's problems.
And not the invisible spirits of the night.
just a bible thing
kels Nov 2013
The kind of tired sleep can't fix is the kind of tired I know a lot about
Life is easier with breaks, but I can do without
The less I sleep, the more I think
Thoughts rattling through twisted kinks
They say hope floats - for me, it sinks
I say struggling is trying
You say trying is struggling
You urge me to stop
If I said I was okay, I would be lying
I remember writing a poem about how I loved baths
Because they're comforting, and you aren't
Now we are on separate paths
Maybe that was heaven sent
Though I'm not sure where my heart went
I did not eat, I hardly slept
for many, many days
Miserable, I wept and wept
and drenched my pillow case
I was so pained, but now I see
Without you, I am more me
Now I guard my soul cautiously
I cannot afford to be carefree
If I give my heart away again
And it feels any worse than this
A full breath would be too hard to win
And maybe I would cut my wrists
Because I mean, I've thought about it
I'm certainly not a sadist
But depression is a black pit
And love will lead you by the hand to it
I'd stare at the ceiling bleeding out
And probably think of you
And with my last breath, I'd curse myself
For knowing our love, though intense,
wasn't completely true.