i dont write poetry very well. okay, not well at all. but i get my thoguhts out; and thats poetic enough for me. only one thousand lightning strikes to the head would paralyze me the way you have. youve truly destroyed every feeling in my bones! I hate how I miss your laugh, your smile, your scream. I loathe how I'd give anything just to see you here, To haunt even my darkest dream. It's another night, another sigh, another windless chill. It's another tear, another fight with myself about why I feel like I need you here! Cause your cheap; your a fake; your nothing to me. But still the only light that my eyes, in flooded darkness, have ever seen. I wish i could kill you and make you ugly. I wish I could hurt you and make you feel pain. But your gone away, safe in your filth. And I'm here, missing your beautiful face.
Interesting combination of contradictory feelings, love and hate at the same time for the unfaithful lover (?). The person speaking in the poem still loves the unfaithful lover, and is angry because he/she loves him/her.
