stop, that hurts,
it's not my skin.
this isn't "recovery",
it's repulsion.
GO AWAY
I can't listen to this anymore,
I'm shaking,
quaking,
terrified.
I just want you to hold me.
I'm alone in a hazy world,
and I'm done holding faith
in fire.
I'm not being dramatic,
I'm not writing poetry,
I'm crying and cracking.
whatever is left of my heart
has been thrown in a shredder
or tossed to ravaging lions.
it suddenly went numb.
I love you,
but you're not real,
and I am unlovable.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm convinced there is no worse feeling than having to swallow back your words and lifting your eyes to meet reality's.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
I really felt the anguish in this poem. Disillusionment but still longing to be reunited with something while also being repulsed by it...complicated, torn feelings and also the fear and emotional pain leading to numbness and despondency. Thank you for sharing πΉ
Thanks for the feedback!
Powerful poem. I could feel it. The pain, the hurt, the longing. And, as per your note, I agree. Whether or not there is a worse feeling, that is among the worst. Been there, done that. Well done on this, my friend! πΉπ
Thanks! So glad I'm a poet and have somewhere to dump my complicated feelings, and that I get to reach people through it. A gift, truly.
Hear hear! I wholeheartedly agree. Glad you are here too! And I feel the same way about my writing. Healing leads to healing. Writing is healing. You are most welcome, hanleigh.
Raw, sad and difficult to believe. That a person feels unlovable is tragic. Well written.
Thanks!
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