I crave the taste of poison,
Of the pain that comes with love,
As I heard so many times before.
I have never had the pleasure of feeling this torture,
Yet I crave to feel the excruciating flames;
To feel them bathe my body until I lose the will to fight.
I crave to be hurt by somebody I love,
But I might first need,
Somebody to love.
I want to be burned by someone's very touch,
To hate the way they ignite my nerves,
And scream when they say they love me.
I would love to hate,
Hate those that will love me,
For they cause the most pain.
Pain is the feeling I very much crave,
Because when I am in pain,
I am feeling something.
s.d.
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The Catharsis Collection
PoetryCatharsis: The process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions. Synonyms: Emotional release, relief, release, venting;
