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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 the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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