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Love Has A Bitter Taste
Contributed by
littlemisswonderful
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Monday, 14th April 2008 @ 04:40:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Tell me, what kind of love can you spare?
Where is the emotion I deserve?
Am I just to succumb?
I'm so sick of feeling pitiful before that blank stare.
Sometimes I wish I would just choke...
and choke, and choke, and choke.
Until I am blind, and deaf and numb.
Till the day when my nightmares flee my mind,
and I feel some remanent state of peace.
What could you offer?
I wonder if it's all a part of the disease
that is eating away all traces of logic in my head.
It plots, and turns my thoughts against me.
Tell me love, what kind of kindness do you bring to me?
Can you cure an illness you can't see?
Is it so terrible to live in my presence,
or is the past so much a sweeter thing than I?
Will I ever be anything but little and ugly to you?
Will I ever rise to a state of being that you could crave?
All I seem to comprehend are my fears;
I wonder if the present tense will ever satisfy you.
Tell me, can you promise not to leave?
There is a hunger in me.
Nothing will ever fill me with warmth the way you can.
"Love" and "lust" could never describe my need of you.
What could you possibly have expected?
You are whatever Gods exist's greatest creation to me, but sometimes I feel so undeserving.
So low I am; I can't stand the taste of it.
I am all too familiar with self torture; is that something you can mend?
Tell me, is the man I need lost in dreams?
Does he dwell forever in another place I can't touch or smell?
I have opened my heart and let it bleed on your chest.
Can you claim the same for me?
I'm terrified that you are only a shell,
and the beautiful entity that I see in your eyes
is long murdered by someone so much less a person.
Can you keep any word of, "I'll never let you down"?
None of us has reached perfection in this world,
but this feels like an infection in my very heart.
Am I too blind to see that what I want is in front of me,
or could this insanity prove to be a correct assumption?
Tell me soul-mate, can you make me whole?
Will you let me rot in self-loathing?
Tell me angel, do you love a memory more than I?
Is there such thing as a day when you will lay yourself down
as only a naked soul before me?
All the spoils of a broken mind.
I know it's not much, but it's all I have to give.
Can your thirst be quelled?
Or will you set me aside when all is said and done?
Slowly these currents are revealing more to me.
I can see it clear. I feel like I will disappear.
Let any trace of love you feel wash me clean and pure.
How could I ever regret knowing your scent or touch?
Even if love has such a bitter taste.
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littlemisswonderful
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2008-04-14 16:40:36]
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Re: Love Has A Bitter Taste
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by Hannah_Heaven on
Tuesday, 15th April 2008 @ 07:53:28 AM AEST
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love does have a bitter taste unfortunately.
but like the song its bitter sweet.. as it does have its good moments..
this.. however isnt and shows the greater darker side.. great poem x |
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