you will kiss
my hand gently
get down on
one knee
to fasten
my shoes
but i will step
on your palms.
you will grow
a garden
so you can
give me flowers
but i will scatter
the petals
to die
on the concrete.
you will tell me
you love me
every night
until my throat
closes
and the chains
of your heart
that never leaves
dig into my wrists
and i will run
as fast as
my legs will
carry me.
away.
i will
eat tears
in my empty bed
and i will
curse the day i
met you
because
i hate
to be loved.
https://vocal.media/writers/most-favourite-and-least-favourite-words-poetry-challenge
For Paul’s challenge ;)
I hate the word love and I love the word hate….
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Love is really something
I was beyond excited when Sara the one and only Sara threw her creative prowess into my challenge and you did not disappoint. So contrary, but also understandable. Loved this...thank you for entering my silly little challenge. Well done!
Very good, that evocation of how stifling love can be, but also how self sabotaging we can be.