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I Don't Even Like You...

But I love you

By Tanner PeifferPublished 4 years ago • 2 min read

Skeletal muscles contracting

As I shovel a hole for your grave

Cardiac muscles reacting

As I struggle through the pain

I’ve had hours to think and weeks to reflect

But I still don’t know what to say

Right now I don’t even like you…

But I love you anyway

***

I don’t understand, I don’t understand

The way you took my aching hand

And sold me to the promise land

Of jet-fueled emotions

***

I won’t begin, I won’t begin

To wipe my hands of the halo’s sin

You left me in the trenches with

Beneath a guilty ocean

***

Surrounded by the horsemen of a dark apocalypse

Drooling a cascade of blood that glistens down my lips

I feel the ghosts of lonesome lovers bucking at my hips

In the bottomless gulf of life’s abyss

***

A tangled seaweed mummy

In my heart’s forgotten bay

Losing all the money

In my expectation’s bank

I’ve had hours to float in this freezing current

But there’s still a heat in my face

Right now I don’t even like you…

But I love you anyway

***

I don’t understand, I don’t understand

Why you kicked the bassist from the band

And told me not to reprimand

Your debt-fueled devotions

***

I won’t begin, I won’t begin

To touch the weight of everything

You rested on the fickle winds

Of liars’ locomotion

***

Surrounded by the horsemen of a dark apocalypse

Drooling a cascade of blood that glistens down my lips

I feel the ghosts of lonesome lovers bucking at my hips

In the bottomless gulf of life’s abyss

***

I wanted to fight to see the end of the game of life with you

I wanted to be the thing you’d never have to worry that you’d lose

But ultimately I’m the one with a feature-defining bruise

Because I chose to look at the riddle

Instead of at the clues

***

Surrounded by the horsemen of a dark apocalypse

Drooling a cascade of blood that glistens down my lips

I feel the ghosts of lonesome lovers bucking at my hips

Right now I don’t even like you…

But I love you through the abyss

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About the Creator

Tanner Peiffer

I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.

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    Written by Tanner Peiffer