Monday, March 26, 2012
Conquering Hate
People write complicated poems;
they write things you need the dictionary to understand.
I don't get them nor do I make them,
so I'll keep this plain and simple:
I hate you.
Are you surprised I said it like that?
Other people would've written, "Amidst the
eery shadows of a forlorn beat delved
cosine to murky abysses, a tempest evolves towards thee."
Who knows if that even makes sense?
They might as well have written in German
to a pure bred American who's blind
and to those who volunteer to read it to him-sorry, he's deaf.
If you're confused and don't know why I said it
then you must be the wrong person,
because these three words would be recognized
and so would the reason easily by the accused.
It's your fault for my misfortune, you know,
for making me wish I could kill you,
but I am no assassin as much as I'd like to be;
I've seen too much blood already.
Perhaps you're still in shock because you
thought you could get away with it unnoticed.
Well if the language isn't clear, then I hope you
understand French: Je te deteste.
Need it in Swiss or Creole or Spanish?
Too bad, I don't know any of those.
What would be the point anyway since you're nothing
but a dumb bastard-excuse the language.
How I'd love to burn down your house while
you're in it, of course, and hopefully fast asleep
to the time when the flame bursts at its peak
and you are left to see your life passing painfully slow.
Call me cruel, but that makes you the bloody devil
for all you've done to me, to my life.
Everything was fine, everything could've been called perfect,
but you had to come and set Hell loose, didn't you?
My heart is in shreds, my bed might as well be the floor,
my tears are the same fluid that pumps through my veins;
aren't they supposed to be salty and innocent?
I'm a storm ready to pour its wrath upon you only.
All of this has happened, everything has changed
but I'm still suffering too deep, so let me end this now.
I won't let you win, it's my turn to conquer from this loss,
so hear me and live on in guilt for eternity:
I forgive you.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment