Spoken and Slain

It feels good to hurt,

To suffer is bliss

When I'm in pain there's an ecstasy

That other pleasures strive for and miss,

But the best pain of all-

The kind that cuts most deep

Is the biting words you say,

And even more,

The truths from me you keep.

I hear what you're saying

Especially wheh it's not in my direction,

It's the times you never speak to me

That are the closest to perfection

I hear what you intend to say

And that proves right my every perception.

The looks you give speak volumes in you eyes,

Butit's the glances you avoid

That are most stinging to realize.

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Lydia Brown's picture

wow great poem with a lot of emotion. Very nice...