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Fuck You... But I Love You
Are we both just two twisted fucks
With bones sitting in our closets
Just waiting for our sins to find us
Haunting with all the guilt and regret?
After all that's been said and done
I can't believe you continually lied
Watched me go through my personal hell
When I wasn't the only one with something to hide
My mistakes are all known and open
I'm not innocent, but neither are you
It just took a threat of blackmail on the outside
For the cold truth to come shining through
Fuck you, bitch, but I still love you deeply
I can't do you how you did me, never
Throwing words like knives to deepen my guilt
While I just laid there and took it, but whatever
I thought I deserved it, which I probably did
But even so, all along you were lying too
How could you have said that I'm not trustworthy
When you're just about the same as me, fool
You listened to me cry and beg
You knew I hated myself bad
You let me keep feeling like nothing
Fuck this poem before I get mad
I'm not going to scream and cry
I'm too tired to waste my breath
Already had enough sleepless nights
Lying there huddled in a ball on my bed
Fuck you
I forgive you
I love you
I just realized the title sounds like one from Unveiling Crimson, I think? Oh well. The poem is different.. And I needed to vent.
With bones sitting in our closets
Just waiting for our sins to find us
Haunting with all the guilt and regret?
After all that's been said and done
I can't believe you continually lied
Watched me go through my personal hell
When I wasn't the only one with something to hide
My mistakes are all known and open
I'm not innocent, but neither are you
It just took a threat of blackmail on the outside
For the cold truth to come shining through
Fuck you, bitch, but I still love you deeply
I can't do you how you did me, never
Throwing words like knives to deepen my guilt
While I just laid there and took it, but whatever
I thought I deserved it, which I probably did
But even so, all along you were lying too
How could you have said that I'm not trustworthy
When you're just about the same as me, fool
You listened to me cry and beg
You knew I hated myself bad
You let me keep feeling like nothing
Fuck this poem before I get mad
I'm not going to scream and cry
I'm too tired to waste my breath
Already had enough sleepless nights
Lying there huddled in a ball on my bed
Fuck you
I forgive you
I love you
I just realized the title sounds like one from Unveiling Crimson, I think? Oh well. The poem is different.. And I needed to vent.
Published 25th Nov 2013
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25th Nov 2013 5:40pm
Vent all you want its shines with pain. Pain come with great work and art. You just proved that. Thanks for the read kitty. I enjoyed it. You never fail at writing what most can't put in words thank you.
Raven. :)
Raven. :)
2nd Dec 2013 6:55am
25th Nov 2013 5:44pm
I love this poem Kitty you are the mistress of venting love and pain!!! great inking.. peace Crim :)
2nd Dec 2013 6:55am
25th Nov 2013 6:38pm
Now, ThIs was some beautiful Anger! Sweet venom your pen spit! So freaking hard to love and hate them at the same time. Xo
2nd Dec 2013 6:56am
26th Nov 2013 1:39am
I identified with the title, so I had to come check this one out.
"Judge not lest ye be judged yourself" comes to mind. Love can be such an angry hypocrite, on numerous levels. Rarely is either party consistent when it's so sharply felt. Don't you wish you could just "turn it off" sometimes? Doesn't work that way, or it wouldn't be love, eh? It's never easy.
Good venting piece, Kitty.
"Judge not lest ye be judged yourself" comes to mind. Love can be such an angry hypocrite, on numerous levels. Rarely is either party consistent when it's so sharply felt. Don't you wish you could just "turn it off" sometimes? Doesn't work that way, or it wouldn't be love, eh? It's never easy.
Good venting piece, Kitty.
