Drowned in this sea of despair and angst, lost amongst the crimson drops that trickled from your self inflicted gashes, your heart no longer beats. It was torn from within your chest with all the strength I could muster; now it lays decaying in a pool of vivid memories. You weren't like those before you. You screamed for mercy as I gouged out your eyes, weeping for the ghosts of those now forgotten. Spirits of treachery fill this room, I brought each one of them slow death for their dishonor. Fear plastered across your face as I carved a line along each of your veins with your own blood stained razorblade. The only thing that gave you feeling was used against you and now you'll never feel again. Caressed by the sharp seductive blade as it lacerated your body, you now lay lifeless, my mangled lover. Your lust turned lethal. You painted your lips crimson and pressed them against anotherâ€™s. Sick little scandal erupted from your deceit. I was just one of many, when I should have been your one and only. Iâ€™ve brutalized many before you, but for you I saved the most agonizing means of torture. My love for you only made this more passionate. There is a thin line between love and hate, and your unfaithful ways forced my feet to trip over it. Your perfect body has been mutilated by the only person who could ever truly love it.
uh.. its not about cutting...? therefore clearly you didn't read it so whatever. yeah its not in the traditional poetic form but poetry isn't about the way you set it out, or it shouldn't be, it should be about the words.
haha, badly-written cutter poems were how i used to write, hopefully i've grown out of that horrid phase. you're right, its just a random piece of writing. most things i write are. i just write whatever comes to mind exactly as i think it. and thankyou, it was supposed to be melodramatic.
Thankfully not a badly-written cutter poem. Seemed more like a random piece of writing than a poem, actually, but strangely i liked the story it told. Filled with hatred and spite, sorta sounds like the words just spilled out of you. Got a little melodramatic every now and then, but it left me with a little chill. Nicely done.