Created To Be Hated
Sometimes I think I don't care.
Sometimes I don't want anyone to know.
I believed I was over this.
The ideas and lies.
The reality and truth.
I believed I could unmix them as
if I could unmix salt water.
I always come crawling back.
The sin and worry push me aside
But the pure lust and heartache
Bring that monster out of the lake.
I picture you when I touch her instead.
Heart throbbing when I see you with her.
Why can't I hold him
As he holds her?
Was I only created
To be hated?
Teeth clash against teeth
Skin moudinh against skin.
Sin unbearable against you.
I always come crawling back
Sounds of disgust push me aside.
But the oure lust and heartache
Destroy any hope of sake
Why can't I hold him
as he hold her?
Why was I only created
To be hated?
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poetry"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
