Hate Me! Love Me! Poem by Poetheart Morgan

when

The night wake me up cold as ice

stretching its grips over my pillow

rustling ~ pain, sweetness sounds~

I am so comfortable welcome
on my room

But

there, you Hate me

i melted myself being able

in several tiny drawers

to hide, dusty woman ~ an outsider ~

dividing me – tearing me in pieces -

no blood, no sound, discreet

i think i don’t fit in so much darkness

(don’t know if is

the space or me)

even that way

one sickly ravishment alight on me!

let me enjoy on it, in my somber soul




when I passed by you in white clouds ~ you are ~
when you passed by me just

a stranger with nothing to give


hate me like that! Just a bit!