Take me and nail me to the fucking wall,
seriously, nail gun me with your hate.
Yell and scream, and make me feel small,
release your anger, be irate.
The silence is deafening to the ear,
avoidance cuts deep riveted grooves.
It's her voice I wait to hear,
I reach to touch then she moves.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 4th, 2026 04:25
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Comments1
This seems a poem with a good deal of agitation and some anger at what one perceives as avoidance. Lovely
This is more about when you get in an argument with your love and she needs to ignore you so she can calm down.
Got ya
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