I have tons of mixed feelings about so much


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What do you do when love isnít enough?
I cry, I empty yellow crusted pus out of my eyes into my aching hands,
I choke on acidic bile screams until my throat is strained raw and swollen,
All I have ever had and want slowly push their way through; such tiny arteries buried in loveís festered wounds,
Thatís what I do, I crawl around the frigid slush and mud amongst torn corpses of lost hopes, dreams and desires thinking if I eat enough of the larval maggots growing fat off of them that I too can make my stomach stop heaving,
I eat them greedily, their gummy bodies melt slowly between my cavities like fat bubbling in a roasting pan before Sundayís family supper,
I am not satisfied,
I try to hold back my outrage at how unfair it all is when finally, mercifully my skull explodes spraying gray matter across the dirt around me,
And still the mercy was only temporary, fleeting release under the pressure of loveís boot grinding my face into powder,
But I deserve this, never satisfied, never happy, never can I fully appreciate the virtue of suffering,
Still my corpse will beg to be wanted while it too finally collapses on itself,
The muscle and tissue rot as I am wrapped in reams of filmy plastic,
Still when it is bloated with pestilence I will beg to go back to crawling amongst the multitudes of insects and frost, wishing that the sun would show me clemency and eviscerate my being in white hot light,
Because cutting away the sinuous layers preventing my warm innards piling between my thighs isnít enough to give,
Because beating my own appendages until the bones sustaining my structure crack under the weight of my indiscretions isnít enough,
Because my love isnít enough,
It is never enough
It is never
It is
It is




Poetry by Boogie_Down
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Written on 2017-12-29 at 00:11

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! A very good work of how loves expreances is for oh to many. Love and life in the raw. Well exprest.
Ken
2017-12-29