You are the reason why I don't fall in love
You are the reason why I don't fall in love
Mountain-like bumps on my head grow larger each day
I scratch till they bleed
My finger nails crimson with solid blood and scabs
Yesterday I stole a bunch of roses
Lay myself upon their thorny stems and
Watched the myriads of chickenpox forming on the skin
You are the reason why I don't fall in love
I was begging Santa, Satan to turn me into a Terror Bird this Christmas
I wanted to fly and drop a huge shit on an old man's bald head
Now I just want to snatch you with my claws
Drop you in a burning, vermillion forest,
You, fragile, dirty man, burn
Along with these listless branches
Burn in that fire sea,
Your eyes, your legs, your heart
burn them all.
You are the reason why I don't fall in love.
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Smart Poet
Filled with as much passion as any love poem, and writen well as it defends a few non-tradtional metaphors. I'd rather hate then love, best of luck in staying true to your title.
With all sincerity,
--The Bleeding Bridesmaid
Smart feedback
Thank you for your sincere wishes. However, one's emotion is more than difficult to control -- the reason why we, decrepit humanoid creatures, can't help but fall into traps just to get torn over and over. I can only hope that If I (anyone, for that matter) do fall in love again as a corollary of my lack of will power, I do so with a man who deserves such love and respect.
May God bless.
/Milena