He hurts me

by R.K.H

Posted to Poetry on 2002-01-09 19:06:00

He hurts my mind
He makes it weep
My thoughts become sharp slivers of glass

He hates me
And he hates all that I love

I see him in everything
His body is a fine work in the midst of the purest cosmos
My love hurts him
My love confuses him

He is a mind fuck genius
And I am left
Not knowing how to play his game





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