Love's Destruction

you lack my permission
to renovate my soul
I don't want your demolition
go try to make yourself whole
     so many distorted priorities
     stealing everything of value
     purchasing impurities
     hoarding all that is untrue
reveling in a cache
of yesterday's pure treasures
turned into a heap of trash
by your sordid pleasures
     blood of neglected desires
     tears of rejected dreams
     lack of fulfillment sires
     the deepest of soul screams
true love taken for granted
sweet affection turned away
everything becomes tainted
when passion goes astray
      there is no longer comfort 
      in my sympathetic illusions
      merely a devastating hurt
      in my destroyed delusions.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Muthoka Avatar
November 11, 2016 at 12:00 PM
Thank you Stover for this. Love's nature's answer to "how to get mad!" I read it several times. Breathtaking! MS
Johnson Avatar
November 7, 2016 at 9:01 PM
Savagely truthful poem.
Horn Avatar
November 3, 2016 at 7:40 PM
Always wondered which deduction did result in my destruction. Could it be false one I created or additional ones when I over-stated? Looks like first poem of yours that like all others endures and endures. For the truth I have a thirst which will replace what was the worst. Jim Horn
Bohto Avatar
November 3, 2016 at 6:50 PM
This is the rage in healing. Keep writing. It's revealing.
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