Awake
with venom in my veins
from (s)words:
“just friends”,
your coup de grâce delivered late.
My heart still beating
right beneath my skin
ready
to be ripped apart
again.
Self-Portrait in Hell by Edvard Munch
This is for Rommy and the darker side of love at toads.
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February 16, 2018
words and scribble.
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Some people only feel love when it’s given by hands that know how to hurt them (well).
We can be major sickos sometimes.
Excellent poem. I could just eat its guts out, blood, bile, and all.
I find the ending to be enticingly erotic.
Alas… some of us will be broken once or twice
Like wild horses.
Many a heart has been broken by those words. And they cut as deeply as an swords.
Isn’t it strange that “friend” could be such a cruel word? Wonderful poem, Björn, although I hope it isn’t autobiographical.
It was very long ago… but I think it happens to everyone some time in their lives
Yes, I think you’re right. It’s one of the great constants of the human condition … sigh.
Oh, “just friends” can be so brutal. Words that cut.
Clever..the (s)words. ..leading to the ripping heart.
Words can be swords, and even worse when wielded by friends or lovers.
This is one of the best poems I’ve read today…I Love the macabre, and this one just drips with it while staying totally authentic.
Thank you
Just friends…Words that can truly kill.
killer words for sure ‘just friends” … it’s truly amazing people keep trying…
Ah… to be friend zoned. It does feel like the world falli g apart.
Pure perfection … every word and the Munch self portrait.
kaykuala
right beneath my skin ready
to be ripped apart again.
Lots of dark moments must have gone under the bridge!
Hank
Simple words that can devastate.
Ah yes I can feel the pathos of that broken heart
much love…
Agghhh!! The friend-zone! What does it actually mean, anyway? Just friends? Someone too self-indulgent to be forthright, and quit the relationship.
More Munch! And a beautiful work Bjorn.