Stress

by dona moo-young   Sep 2, 2005


It feels like a heart attack
When your skin is touching mine
A slow invading bullet wound
That seems to take its time
Tearing through my arteries
Your hands are like spears
Cutting me relentlessly
The pain of a million years
Agony you'd never guess
The pain you'd never know
Sickened by you touching me
But I just can't let you go.

Your lips taste of poison
Corrupting my insides
Holding me too closely
Your tongue acts as a gudie
That devilish serpent
That slithers in my mouth
I want to chew it up
So i can spit it out
But instead it finds a mate
There in my open door
I want to push away
But i keep holdingon for more.

There in a revolving circle
I see the straighter path
Too tired to change the water
I sit in a dirty bath
Disgusted by you touching me
No comfort in your warmth
Tired of u touching me
It's too warm around the hearth
Your love much like a flame
It's another burning desire
But my love for you has fizzled
Along with my fire.

So why do i hold on
To a toy so worn and used
Because it's much easier
Than the idea of being refused
So afraid of the thorns
That I cant see the roses
So many with their head so high
they can't see past their noses
BUt how much longer can i withstand
The pain of your caress
So many word to describe your love
But the one in mind is STRESS!

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