Eileen Manassian Poet Free verse

You Hurt Me

You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you back
I really wish I could
With all my heart and soul
I wish I could inflict pain
Searing....scathing...ascorbic pain
I wish I could force you to taste
The salt of the tears
Not a lick
Gulp them down
So many....
Drink down the tears
I cry in my pillow
I wish you could feel
The wracking of my sobs
I wish you could travel 
Down the corridors
Of my tortured mind
I wish you could feel the slow
Suffocation of a soul
Desolate and alone

You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
Make you feel
What nonentity feels like
Transparency
A voice screaming
yet unheard
Above inner demon voices
Which screech and laugh
YOU'RE NOT LOVED
You gave your all
YOUR ALL
You have nothing left to give
and it wasn't enough
You are NOTHING
NOTHING AT ALL

You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish it would be ok
To hunt you down
To slap you around
To make you feel PAIN
To drive YOU insane
To take back what I gave
To forget your name
Ahhhhh....your name
It used to make me tingle
Now it brings me shame

You hurt me
I wish I could hurt you
I wish I wish I wish
I could make you pay
For taking away
The best part of me
My sense of beauty

You hurt me
Damn you
Damn you to hell
For I know
I have no power
To ever hurt you
For only love
Can bring pain
You hurt me
I hope she hurts you too!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Paul Callus July 20, 2014 at 6:20 AM Beauty possesses many phases and faces; we have to adapt to each and every one of them. It is safer to concentrate on the present and make the most of it. // paul

Justin Bordner July 19, 2014 at 6:42 PM Intense...real...powerful...nothing can remove your beauty Eileen...J.A.B. Eileen Manassian July 19, 2014 at 11:05 PM Oh....if what you write were only true, my dear. Beauty is very precious to me..and though I still am told I'm beautiful...I'm not who I used to be. I miss that woman. Thanks for the visit.

Tim Smith July 19, 2014 at 9:13 AM Let it out....let it all out....It will help....brighter days will come for us all.....hugs Tim Eileen Manassian July 19, 2014 at 9:22 AM Thanks, Tim...I needed that.

Richard Lamoureux July 19, 2014 at 9:08 AM Sensitive, caring, loving, these are qualities all should aspire too and you have been gifted with all of them. Eileen Manassian July 19, 2014 at 9:12 AM Don't worry...it will pass. Thanks for taking the time to write and encourage. I'm sure there are others you need to visit. This too shall pass...I might wake up and delete this poem...I just need to be heard. Eileen Manassian July 19, 2014 at 9:10 AM I'm tired of being me, Richard.

Richard Lamoureux July 19, 2014 at 8:56 AM No, you haven't scared me. This is a good outlet and I have no doubt that there is plenty of beauty within you to be expressed. What has brought on this darker expression??? Eileen Manassian July 19, 2014 at 9:01 AM It's been there brewing...I cried while typing this. I'm tired of being a sensitive soul. I'm tired of caring. I'm tired of loving...and at times...I'm tired of living. You asked...

Richard Lamoureux July 19, 2014 at 8:33 AM Hi Eileen, my comment for this one is posted on your "You Said" poem Eileen Manassian July 19, 2014 at 8:35 AM Hi...I read it. Hope I haven't scared you with this, Richard. I bet you didn't think I had it in me to write something like this? I'm on a bit of a rampage...nothing in me left for sonnets and beauty. I'm a little fed up with life...It's ok...It will pass...Perhaps before I die!