| Dave's Poems |
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| Love, Hate |
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| Adamo. The latin word for love in a romantic sense. How I hate that word. Love, the only word in the English language that can bring so much joy, and at the same time so much pain. The double-edged sword that no one can escape from. I can say with my whole heart that I love you. With every fiber of my being I crave to hold you, to comfort you. Even though the love is not returned, I still cling to a strand of hope. My light that shines in the darkness. Odio. The latin word for hate, to condemn. How I hate that word. How easily hate overcomes us. How easily it erases the pain that you have caused. The double-edged sword that no one can escape. With my whole heart I despise you. I hate you for the pain that you have caused me. I wish that you could feel one ounce of pain that racks my soul every night. The pain that keeps me up at night. The pain that leads me into darkness. I stand alone, staring up at the storm above me. Watching the clouds boil, feeling their twisting and destruction deep inside. Pretending that it's rain streaming down my face, and not tears. Tears that you have caused. I raise my hands to the sky and a curse upon my lips, and then the lightning flashes. And I see you. I see your face illuminated upon the clouds. And then the wind carries your name to my ears. I strain to hear more, but there is nothing there. I am still alone. I know that I can not curse you, for I care too much for you, and by doing so it would only cause me more pain. And I know that you can not control your feeling, no more than I can. But the pain remains. The pain and the joy. Intertwined. Adamo. Odio. How I hate myself. |
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