Hate poem #3 to the archetype
In trying to understand you
I saw how pain and grief and darkness can twist you
In listening to your words and discussing with you
I realized that without warmth and heart a mind
never matters
In fear of becoming like you
I defeated you
We share the same angry blood
you once told me
and countless other painful words without meaning
Maybe you once felt something
other than that dark and numbing pain you now live in
Maybe you once could've been what you should've been
someone that could teach me how I was supposed to be loved
to hold me as I cried in anger and disappointment
to tell me when I should've left those that would only hurt me more
Maybe once..
but that was long before I was born into your house of exploding rage
and cold manipulation
I once loved you
I once feared you
I once hated you
Now I only pity you
A man filled with cold and emptiness
and a will to twist everything his mind touches
cannot see the beauty the world is
or feel the blazing and exhilarating heat of
love
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-12-06 at 01:04
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You taught me how never to becomeIn trying to understand you
I saw how pain and grief and darkness can twist you
In listening to your words and discussing with you
I realized that without warmth and heart a mind
never matters
In fear of becoming like you
I defeated you
We share the same angry blood
you once told me
and countless other painful words without meaning
Maybe you once felt something
other than that dark and numbing pain you now live in
Maybe you once could've been what you should've been
someone that could teach me how I was supposed to be loved
to hold me as I cried in anger and disappointment
to tell me when I should've left those that would only hurt me more
Maybe once..
but that was long before I was born into your house of exploding rage
and cold manipulation
I once loved you
I once feared you
I once hated you
Now I only pity you
A man filled with cold and emptiness
and a will to twist everything his mind touches
cannot see the beauty the world is
or feel the blazing and exhilarating heat of
love
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 581 times
Written on 2012-12-06 at 01:04
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