poemranker ::Watcher by creepshow

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Free verse № 145359

Watcher

Member since 2006 · Posted 21 Aug 2006 · 2 comments

I took you in, So let me begin. After a while, things were fine... No one expected all you're lying. So now here I sit, I can't escape from this pit... I hear the phone calls, Breathing walls. I see your smile, It just isn't your coy little selfish style... Or was it, Am I a reflection of what you hate? A neverending escape... Always running from the truth, Into a moral outrage. Now as I sit from afar, I notice your car. I see you two together, Kissing like it's gone on forever. My erotic pain cleanses me, I like the pain infliction, Can't stop the self destructive addiction. I sit at home and wait for you, Listenting to another excuse. Well guess what dear, Lights out for you.

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[6] amanda_dcosta 22-Aug-06/6:52 AM Reply
too melancholy and depressing.
[n/a] creepshow › amanda_dcosta 22-Aug-06/1:52 PM Reply
While some people enjoy writing about flowers and love, and how it inspires them to better themselves, I choose the opposite side, focusing in on all the negative emotions that love can bring, the cruel way it can inflict pain and suffering without regret...that to me is more exiting than depressing, and more heartfelt and real to be melancholy.