to my darling,
many people
have creatures
in their minds.
but, no, not me.
my creatures
hide in the
dark depths
of my heart.
these creatures are
selfish, you see,
greedy and jealous.
they make me
the way i am:
unlovable and hated.
they control my emotions
take charge of my actions.
if i love someone,
they pull at my strings
and force me away.
if someone loves me,
they growl and glare
until they finally leave.
if all i want is love,
they laugh and mock
knowing that will never happen.
please understand,
my dear,
that i do love you
but there are
foul creatures
in my heart
that are not
too willing
to be loved.
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tragedy
Poetry[a collection of poetry] tragedy (n.) 1) an event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe. 2) dealing with a serious or somber theme, typically that of a great person desti...
