The Crush (Poem)

[plazma]

Saying goodbye
To feelings half formed
This aborted child of love
Destroyed, broken and bloody
Watch the way it struggles
Screaming and crying
Mercy? Its in short supply
The killing is the cure
Wake up! Smell the flowers!
Thrust in your face
A spray of mace
Reality brings tears to your eyes
Wear the grey mask
Peer through eyeholes
Blinded by your own light
I can't see! its lonely here
Believe me when I say
This crush is dead
I watched it thrash and bleed
Happiness is the end, pain the means
-plaz out-

 

[up all night]

Because I understand....this poem hurts.
Happiness is the end, pain the means
Remember.
*hugs*

 

[harraser]

that last stanza was great plaz. its just a shame it has to hurt so very much just for that one bit of happiness I wish my crush would hurry the fuck up and die *sigh* ahwell wonderful poem plaz

 

[plazma]

^^^^^^^^
Vivé La Trainspotting.
And thanks for the complements guys.
Its not too bad, I'm at the happiness stage I suppose.
-plaz out-