Grab Love by the forearms
And throw her into a dark room
Do not ever let her see the sunshine that is your smile
Starve her of your friendship
Refuse her the solace your touch brings
And leave her parched
Forever unable to drink in the sight of you
Bind her hands so she can never know the feel of you
Suffocate her so she can never breathe in the essence of you
Choke her so she can never utter those three damned words
Drown her in a salty sea of ceaseless tears
Isolate her until she starts to forget her name and doubt her existence
Ignore her till she can feel herself fade into oblivion
Strip her naked and let her freeze in the bone-biting cold of your indifference
Lash her till all her hope is bled out
Beat her, pound by painful pound until all that she consists of is gone and nothing but the hurt remains
Hurt her, torture her, kill her; because only when she dies can I resume living.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Death of Love
PoesíaThis is a little poetry-type thingy I scribbled down in class one Thursday morning. I had just bumped into the guy I love on the stairs. Needless to say, he does not love me back. Said 'love' is not as deep as it seems on here. I am just a dramatic...
