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Love Tortures

Your increments of apathy sting every surface of me I am rattled by your absence Fighting insanity I have been left here before... In this chamber alone The door is wide open As I thrash in the wilds of my soul My feet, they are bound-- By your power, they are tied ever tight My hands clench my chest I stare now terrified at that open door Only ghost breath behind it Darkness beyond it Perhaps upon leaving, The tears will remain Though now--right now-- I welcome how they burn on my cheeks I want to enter and wait for you on the other side In vain... I have almost convinced myself--now-- That the adorations once felt As unified beings--never existed Only unreliable memories remain In exhales of grinning demons Love cannot be real unless it lasts or ends! Promises are nothing Till they are fulfilled or broken But these tears-- They are the truth I have been seeking And they are cleaner than the threshold of your silence Heavier than the devastation that I suck I sip oceans of it I sputter agony! No--I do not fabricate my sufferings Coating my existence with ornamental whines I do not exaggerate When I say I am dying here With your love With your promises They will all pass Not even our past can hear me now Much less your heart As I writhe away in wealthy woe What is this I need-- Yes I need words as I fade Breathing no more than a thought Rejection raging Love Tortures And silence prevails... I will let you go Faster than you left me And see---I am tied still to the feet But my arms are always open This I beg of you: Give me words, And shut the door! July 31, 2017

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Date: 9/28/2017 6:35:00 PM
The struggle of a strained heart, simmering in hot spirit, for confirmation, or closure, desperate to know why love tortures with a kiss...this poem is very beautiful in it's love candor Poetess. These lines are most profound to me, "Love cannot be real unless it lasts or ends...Promises are nothing until they are broken or fulfilled..." J.A.B.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/29/2017 8:48:00 PM
You're definitely on point here for this poem Justin, and those verses are the heart of it. <3 Thanks for reading this one. I had particular purposes for each section. The open door represents the unknown, represents opportunity, hope. And in some ways unresolved feelings and issues. The closed door is what is longed for-- closure, and certainty. The darkness in the door represents the absence of love, but also represents the possibility of something still lingering there. <3~Laura

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