Poetry

Feelings (poem)

“Would you do anything for me?”

the question holds

so many implications.

I try to hold onto something

more than what I am,

but it all turns to

snarling grimaces,

to ashes in my mouth.

Do we need to fight

for me to feel real;

do I need to let you hurt me

feel your fist across my cheek,

feel the anger rise

and lash out back,

is this how we express things now,

is this how everyone expresses

feelings-

this urge towards violence,

towards hurting

the other.

Would I wait forever for you-

If you hurt me

if you finally lashed out

would I turn my lips upwards

and smile at the sensation

the feelings

I had been

wanting.

Would this be the love

I’d been waiting for.

 

 

 

 

 

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