Bleeding words

I never dared to read your poems
Because I knew I would feel a knot in my throat
Clotted blood,pain and blaze burning everything
Specially the dreams we had woven for us.
We started walking seperately
And I went to read your poems
Not as a lover
As a critic
For the thirst of literature.
And I bled on your words
How could I unlove you
When I know how full of love you are.
How could I unlove you
When I know how much you feel.
How could I unlove you
When I know how much vulnerable soft desires you have.
How could I unlove you
Just walk away
Because you have demons
How could I unlove you
Because you have thorns
Instead of petals.
How could I unlove you
When I know you
You are more than my hidden saviour syndrome
Or a three months obsession .
You are my terminal illness
Which requires me to bleed everyday,everynight.

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

Very interesting. Not the typical pattern of love or scorn. It is a desperate rambling of someone searching their current lover for evidence of true love. Nicely done. I particularly liked "How could I unlove you
Because you have thorns
Instead of petals.
How could I unlove you
When I know you
You are more than my hidden saviour syndrome". That syndrome, so prevalent in relationships. Well put

[Kim S.]

How could I unlove you
Just walk away
Because you have demons
How could I unlove you
Because you have thorns
Instead of petals.

I love these words here, I could hear this as a song, nicely written and presented