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Forsaking My Love

I hate you
I wish to tear you away from me
This tumor that clings to my chest
The thing that makes me ache
That haunts my dreams
And tears at my desires
You have brought me only pain
My untamed heart
That beast that gnaws at my soul
That pitifully whines
Bringing my mind into unwanted pain
Yet how can I blame you
How can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleas
Why should I punish you for what my eyes feed upon
How can I blame my eyes for falling upon her
She who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soul
She whose eyes bring me to subjection
Whose smile leaves me in awe
How can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughter
How they submerge into her song
How they quiver at her voice
Why should I punish you for inclining my soul
Tempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by her
How could I look over the thought of the brushing of lips
The touching of hands
The binding of the soul, mind, and body
O you wretched heart
What am I to do with this constant companion
How could I tear you away
When she is the cause of my agony
Or rather
It is the lack of her which brings me sorrow
It is the need for her that leaves my heart in pain
Yet she is not mine
She was never mine
She will never be mine
O my poor heart
How can I make you see reason
When all you do is show me the truth



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Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Edited: Thursday, July 12, 2012


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  • Nasteha Liban (11/22/2013 2:29:00 PM)

    My feelings at this moment the only difference being, it is 'him' for me: (

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  • Rev Thepoet (4/29/2013 9:13:00 PM)

    That's amazing. I like. perfectly worded

  • Crystal Castro (4/19/2013 6:26:00 AM)

    Ugh....woooow...i LOVE that....it's one thing when women always tell their feelings like this....a whole diff story to see a man say these words...considering what i have give thru

  • Alaa Hussain (3/31/2013 8:57:00 AM)

    Student Zombie does not succeed in
    the exam unless looking for pen
    _
    Energy human limits tabbed by God if
    left her over whelmed and flipped up
    and that was right
    _
    those who exploit
    religion badly shuld to understand and strive in debt and with calls to him
    and understand the difference
    between the two Even religion is not
    just an excuse as is the case today
    with some ignorant
    _
    youth dreaming
    of spring not to enact bayonets, if not to save the murderer of the fate of
    disorientation and mass

  • Brad Liggins (11/7/2012 3:29:00 PM)

    This Poem is beautiful

  • Alyssa Ellis (10/4/2012 11:07:00 AM)

    very very good! ! ! ! Its nice to read something with so much truth and meaning!

  • Mercy Oyesa Oluchina (9/19/2012 2:45:00 PM)

    i love this poem, just how i would have said it.

  • Rex Copperfield (7/23/2012 2:34:00 PM)

    all i can say is Amen

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