My Lover

By SickSanityJenn

Show me wonder, show me greed
Slit my wrists and watch me bleed
take my heart and rape my soul
Break me down to make you whole

Look at me with love and scorn
You're lost inside both broke and torn
Through the anger love did grow
Kiss me now and kill me slow

Pilfer my money, subdue my mind
Confused and twisted up inside
Kiss my lips, touch my breast
Rip my heart out of my chest

There's nothing of me left for you
Eyes fade blank, lips turn blue
You want more but inside I'm dead
Laying there upon your bed

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Copyright 2014 SickSanityJenn
Published on Monday, February 10, 2014.     Filed under: "Love" and "Poetry"
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  • Just Dave On Monday, January 8, 2018, Just Dave (448)By person wrote:

    Sometimes is seems impossible to end a relationship we know is bad for us. Honest poem. Great poem. JD

  • dwells On Friday, November 21, 2014, dwells (4177)By person wrote:

    Sheesh SSJ this was so subservient; sounds like a one-sided relationship. Pilferage is over-rated and blue lips sound cyanotic - here's a blanky! Much enjoyed (probably too much)

  • SickSanityJenn On Friday, November 28, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    I'm glad you liked it. Some things can stay true no matter how long ago or at what age they were written... 16 or 27... Some people are always the takers and some are always givers

  • BetaWolfinVA On Sunday, August 31, 2014, BetaWolfinVA (791)By person wrote:

    one sided relationships suck a lot out of all involved. did you breaks free of this relationship, or was it metaphore? Scholar

  • SickSanityJenn On Sunday, August 31, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    I was lucky enough to escape... But find myself in just another hauntingly similar situation... Habits die hard

  • A former member wrote: I love the uncensored nature of this poem. It seems very honest. The quick flow and rhyming scheme make it perfect to be read in the right tone (dead and unfeeling). This conveys pain so well, and makes us aware of the horrid people out there, who take take take. Good write.

  • SickSanityJenn On Thursday, August 21, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    Thank you for reading and understanding my intent with structure

  • Damon Tarloth On Tuesday, August 5, 2014, Damon Tarloth (142)By person wrote:

    This is damn good. I am very impressed. The scene you paint is tragic, but many experience this as there are so many people that only care about their needs and could care less who gets hurt along the way unless it's them. I love the rhymes as they enhance the flow, and your imagery is outstanding. Nicely done...

  • SickSanityJenn On Tuesday, August 5, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    Thank you for reading and commenting. This was actually one of the first poems I ever wrote that wasn't all flowers, rainbows and lovey hearts. Since then I embraced the dark side of poetry. Poetry became a way to express my demons instead of having them consume me. So again thank you. I appreciate the compliments :)

  • DarkDruidess On Monday, February 24, 2014, DarkDruidess (313)By person wrote:

    Oh my, how I have been there...now at least ten years later...still there...I hope for the best, but alas expect quite less...wonderful writing here...

  • SickSanityJenn On Thursday, February 20, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    This is how some people are.. All take and no give. It sucks when you give everything you have inside and out, yet they always want more and never fulfill any of your needs. Eventually after you are all used up, they take their leave

  • poe_lover28 On Thursday, February 20, 2014, poe_lover28 (163)By person wrote:

    for me, I see a girl being manipulated in this poem, this.person shows her only enough kindness to keep her there and feed offf of her in any way, a very sad but true reality. Lovely rhyme and flow, very nice poem

  • Numbers Peppelini On Sunday, February 16, 2014, Numbers Peppelini (74)By person wrote:

    There must be the tragedies, to which we call love. With all of its pain, its sorrow, its hurt and longing. For what should have always been, becomes nothing more than the flickering dying death committed to some kind of frightening decadence, It is perhaps the most unquenchable thirst for passion that we yearn so much to hold onto at any cost. We will cling with intrepid abandon, like the wild coyote who spills his foggy breath to the sky with its craving . The hungering poet that is lost in us, whose vibrant quill can no longer touch its mark, to reach the end of a sonnet.......I see the poet in you rise up through your most genuine transference .

  • A former member wrote: This really speeks to me. Awesome write

  • SickSanityJenn On Saturday, February 15, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    Thank you for reading and commenting :)

  • A former member wrote: Awesome write just utter awesomeness

  • SickSanityJenn On Saturday, February 15, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    Thank you ^.^

  • soul_versing On Wednesday, February 12, 2014, soul_versing (774)By person wrote:

    Love,, the most horrid feeling at times. But... It's better to love, to have ever loved, then to not have loved at all. hello poet and welcome to the valley. Bows- Scholar

  • SickSanityJenn On Thursday, February 13, 2014, SickSanityJenn (250)By person wrote:

    Thank you very much

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