do not love me.
chew me up
and spit me out
like cud
twist my heart
and drink my tears.
leave me
in a million pieces.
curse me with your touch
burn me with your words
until my skin is cinders.
but do not buy me flowers.
cut my soul of stone
with the ice in your eyes
and leave my body still.
i want to hate you
and wait for you
every night
anyway
because i like the way you
walk away.
come
but do not stay.
i cannot give you my heart
because my past lovers
have taken it all.
please don’t love me.
it hurts more
than a million knives
and your silence.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶a day ago in Petlife
Comments (2)
So much pain and beauty in one poem. Painful, desperate emotions are expressed beautifully!
Your word use is painfully Beautiful 🥹📝I was sad and also Impressed ❤️