What is a lover,
Without the other?
Do they sit in a gloom?
Feeling only doom?
Are they in the dark?
Can't even see a mark?
What is a lover?
Without the other?
Does one want?
The other haunt?
Do they need?
Or want to be freed?
What is a lover?
Without the other?
Are they even lovers?
Or are they haters?
Do they hate one another?
Is their want for blood?
Is their need for scars?
Have we got it all wrong?
Are they even lovers of each other?
Or does the love lie in curses?
In screams?
In hate?
Is the love in the pain?
In the blood?
In the tears?
Does the love not lie in lovers?
Wanting for each other?
Does the love lie in their pain?
In their sorrow?
Are they even sane?
Are they mad?
Or is that what keeps them together?
The safety in pain?
Knowing what will come next?
Knowing next will be a slap,
Then a clap,
Across the face.
Knowing next will be pain?
Knowing it's sharp and real,
Not a whole deep sadness inside?
Are these lovers simply lovers because it hides inner pain?
Or is that wrong, and they just love each other?
Either way,
What's it matter.
For the question simply is;
What is a lover,
Without the other?
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Whats_it2you? Poems
PoetryJust a few random poems that I've written. Most of them are really short, and are confusing, but they're what I think and I want to share them. I also want to know honestly how good/bad they are.
