My lips wounded with burns
From words I cannot deliever,
Tears stream from my lashes
As desolation erupts from my insides.

I surrender and count each drop as it falls
Praying I can bleed these thoughts from my soul.
I didn't have to love you to let you my break my heart,
Yet I shattered just the same

Pangs of fear for what may happen if I part my lips,
Yet I am eager to know what words would rip from my tongue.
Lying next to you...my eyes drift closed...and I weaken...knowing,
Knowing I will wake tommorrow forced to pretend yet again...that I don't hate you...

When I started reading this, I thought it was about how love can be painful. I assumed the words the persona was afraid to say were "I love you." The last line was a shock. It pretty much turned my interpretation upside down, I laughed aloud when I read it. (But that's just my weird sense of humour.) I like it when poetry takes me by surprise this way.

Well, when I read it again with this new understanding, it made a lot more sense to me and had a deeper effect. Though it's fairly clear the poem is about a lover, I've sometimes felt the same way during conflicts with my father, and I was glad to see my thoughts put to words. Especially since you did it so well.

These are my favourite lines:

quote:

Pangs of fear for what may happen if I part my lips,
Yet I am eager to know what words would rip from my tongue.

An eclectic description of pain, we feel when
We stay in doomed relationships.

Get Out!!!!!!!
Live Laugh Love

Very well written

Rala: How kind of you to take the time to read this and reply. This was something I wasn't sure of, as it was indeed very raw feelings put into words, but you made me feel better about it, and I am glad you liked it. Thanks so much!

Cre8tivQT: Hello...I must say 2am when I read this, with people sleeping, I burst out laughing "Get Out!!!!!!!" If only it were that simple...but then again...maybe it is. Thanks so much for reading this and taking time to reply.

You are both appreciated!!

A HILL IS PUSHED INTO A HOLE.sO MUCH OF PAIN , TOLD IN SO FEW A WORDS. Valcano making its way out through smal aperture.It comes only from such people who underwent the pain themselves, in similar cicustances. There is toch of reality