venomous

I am venomous.

But you are unknowing.

I am scarred beyond

recognition in some places.

But again,

you are naïve to it.

                Unaware of the danger

that lives in my kiss.

 

 

Yet.

I can not bring myself to

tell you any of this.

I am enjoying your

pursuit of my allusive

touch                                    too much.

And I hate myself for it.

because you deserve more.

deserve to know

that I am broken,

a cutter at heart, a slayer of

those who dare to love

what is already unlovable.

 

With each conversation you

are closer to drowning.

And I should be shoving you

away to save you from it.

But I am entangling you.

Grabbing on, hoping that

this might be right.

That maybe I’ll feel something

                                anything

soon. Because the numbness is

killing me.

 

You don’t realize the

hell you’re stepping into.

And I’m blinding you to all the

warning signs with flashing

smiles and concealing sighs.

I am a master of disguise.

 

 

I never knew this was

who I had become.

 

.forgive me.

Reviews

[kaycee]

i am posting a poem soon that seems to have similar feelings behind this..."forgive me." great job.

[Frank Terino]

Some great imagery here, the details lace this poem together as a tapestry of metaphor and emotion,
Nice design and well written, I could feel the heart in this piece, indeed, great job!

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

I saw a lot of myself in this poem. "warning signs with flashing smiles and concealing sighs. I am a master of disguise." Those lines were my favorite. You present the conflict of what you feel you should be doing but what you choose to do well. This was a lovely read. Great job with this!