by Samuel
I need you
to get rid of me.
Not because I hate you —
but because I don’t trust myself
to stay gone
when the silence starts screaming again.
I keep ending up
in hospital beds
with tubes in my arms
and no one holding my hand
but pain.
Another surgery.
Another patch on a body
that’s breaking
under weight no one can see.
I tell them it’s liver.
I tell them it’s my stomach.
But the truth is
my soul is the one
that keeps bleeding out.
I need you
to hate me.
To block me.
To forget the softness
you once saw in me.
Because I don’t have the strength
to forget you first.
And if you leave even a window cracked,
I’ll crawl through it
with trembling hands
and half a heart
just to be hurt again.
So please—
erase me.
For both of us.
Before the next hospital
becomes my grave.
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Author:
Samuel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem…. So true The texts… True. Just written for you to hate me. To make it easier.
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Comments3
A sad and tragic take to this poem on obsessive love. Nicely written and set with good metaphor
Wasn’t going for obsessive at all…
More of a longing…
I’ll have to fix it
Just my take and my view may not be that of others
Quite sad and haunting write, who wants their obsessive love to be killed before it kills him, nicely expressed and written
Excellent write
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