Thursday, April 24, 2014

POEM. ANGER. TUESDAY 6 SEPTEMBER 1994.


ANGER


I CUT MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU
DEPRIVING SELF FOR MY DESIRE.
I THINK OF YOU HOURLY AS PUNISHMENT
TO REFRESH THE PAIN AND ENJOY THE HURT 
WHICH CONSTANTLY REMINDS ME
 THAT I STILL LIVE.

I DESPISE MY HEART FOR ITS PERSISTENCE
IN LONGING FOR YOU EACH DAY.
THIS MELTING FLESH DESERVES TO SUFFER
FOR DARING TO LOVE.

I CAN NOW ONLY ABUSE AND SPITEFULLY USE 
THIS SNIVELING WRETCH
IN THE FACE OF YOUR REJECTION
WHICH MAY THRILL YOU TO KNOW
I NOW REJECT MYSELF.


BACK TO BACK.





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