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What Love Is

Contributed by CodyJ on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 06:42:02 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



You wonder what love is.
It's a seedy apartment,
crawling with roaches and other insects.
That part's not love.
Be patient,
I'm getting to it.
Inside that degrading aprtnment,
on a matress that won't even pretend to be white,
sits two people staring at each other.
Skeltal skulls with empty eyes,
empty, bloodshot, ravenous eyes.
They're hungry, haven't eaten in days.
The sound of their stomachs eating their stomachs,
can be heard outside the apartment
They stare.
They have said weeks for this.
Neglecting sleep, food, and even alcohol.
That prescious elixer that helped them forget.
Forget this squallid hell hole and the miserable people in it.
He reaches over and ties her arm gently,
in their current condition, bruises come all too easily.
She does likewise for him, with a tenderness,
a loving acknowledgement of their situation.
He takes the answer in his hand and flicks the tip.
he knows all to well her vein is,
and wastes no time releasing the honey into the stream.
The red eyes retreat back into her head as it takes effect,
she's on edge, but not unware.
She knows what she still has to do.
From his shaking hand she takes the needle.
He needs it.
Almost as much as he needs her.
She puts it in his favorite hole,
pulls the trigger and empties the chamber.
He leans back in sweet release,
from all these worlds with worries.
He wraps in his sickly thin arms
as they reach rapture.
Trusting your addiction to your partner,
when you have nothing else.
That, is love.




Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-02-02 18:42:02]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: What Love Is (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 07:04:18 PM AEST
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Interesting write. I liked it. Very well written.




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