I hated your faults
more than I lusted your charms
As life became hell
and a new call to arms
I hated the darkness
your beauty can’t hide
With blame the new weapon
that kills from inside
Each movie we made
a celluloid fire
A booze filled disaster
of poisoned desire
I married you once
I married you twice
Divorced in the ruins
— your drama enticed
(Dreamsleep: April, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Lovely written. Your poem suggests that the beauty of the partner cannot compensate for the emotional turmoil and pain that the relationship brings.
Both of my parents fought like Dick & Liz, and they especially (in bad taste) loved fighting in public.
The day I turned 18, I was gone.
😪❤️
Don’t know whether to call this a tribute poem or just one of truth, very nicely written, Kurt
Thanks. They didn't know whether they loved or hated each other. Sometimes both
at the same time. Narcissism and alcohol is a vile mix.
You are most welcome Kurt yes alcohol mixed with anything but water is not good
Kurt, there’s a brutal honesty here…and knowing it reflects what you lived around gives it real gravity. The cycle, the pull, the damage…it all feels grounded in something real, not imagined. That’s what makes it linger. Strong piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks. My parents were of that same era and vintage. Fighting was a sport to them. Unfortunately,
their kids had ringside seats to watch.
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