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Poem about a love–hate realtionship.

“I love you”, he said, kissing my wrists.

“I hate you”, I cried, balling up my fists,

and outside on the window’s glass


goes the rain

at night, I find,

I still can’t runaway.


” I adore you”, he pleads, gripping my arm.

“I loathe you”,I snarl , snapping his heart

and inside the water seeps


gasps our bodies

at night,I find,

his lips pressed against my sorrow.


” You can hold the knife

and you can hurt yourself

but I will always be here to heal





he imprints on my breasts.


” You can love me

and you can heal my ache 

but I will always carry the burden:





           I carve into his chest.


Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts about this poem and my blog in the comments below.

-Wishing you the brightest of days, Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one.If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow. ”

















I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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