Not a love poem, not a pretty sight.


the rage hits in waves
as i am forced to deal with you
believe me if i could i would be done

an unfamiliar feeling
this venom through my veins
if i could hurt you i would i would

i hate you more
for my vicious thoughts
than for your heinous crimes

they sully me
and burn my soul
yet i cannot help myself, i can't

you keep on
doing what you do
relentless like a mindless bug

i'm caught in zombie land
you stupid fuck
just die.

Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2015-03-01 at 22:10

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so nasty that I laughed aloud when I got to the end. It's well-written, and who hasn't known these feelings?

How well I remember having similar thoughts during a time in my life. Don't do anything you will regret. Just reign in that anger and win!

Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes, I know how that feels x

Wow! Certainly a rampage of words!
I'm sure many will identify with this.