What You Do

A hateful love. Or is it a loving hate?

Enable my procrastination
Enforce my ADD
Shorten my attention span
Loosen my resolve

Make me doubt my memory
Let me question my eyes
I’ll interrogate all my senses
When you make my body lie

It’s hard to think around you
You make it hard to breathe
My words stick inside my throat
You make right turn into wrong

Tell me that I’m stupid
Feed me all your lies
Taste them with your hateful tongue
Then force them down my throat

I always swallow what you give
I always take my pill
I can always feel it shredding me
And tearing my insides out

Your words always lacerate
Till I lie here bleeding
I pray one day I’ll bleed away
And you’ll be left here mourning

I’m not surprised by my bloody hands
Or the red stain they leave
But then I find it isn’t mine
And I sit and laugh and cry.

Author's Note

I wrote "Enable my procrastination" as my AIM status, and was so fascinated by the turn of phrase that I decided to run with it. I didn't expect it to be so dark. This was NOT inspired by personal experience or the experience of anyone I know

Reviews

[~angelalala~]

WOW. i love this poem. so dark, interesting. The ending is a surprising twist. each stanza flows into the next one wonderfully. i can relate to the anger, the abuse in this poem. "I always swallow what you give
I always take my pill
I can always feel it shredding me
And tearing my insides out" great piece.

[Wildecat]

This is an exceptional write, a pleasure to read your poetry.