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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #693926
what are the boundries between love and obsession?
My first attempt at poetry... Always open to suggestions to fix this train wreck, but keep snotty comments to yourself..




She drew close.
She lay her head on my shoulder
sighing softly,
Drowning me in ecstasy.
She met me eye to eye,
Searching.
Seeking.
Exploring.
I love her.
She kissed me lightly on the cheek,
sending a spectral of light across my vision.
She smiled and whispered,
Just a kiss, nothing more.

I love her.
She is in my mind,
My heart,
Entwined in my soul.
She is mine.
But I laugh, as I remember that it was
Just a kiss, nothing more.

She is beautiful,
She is maddening.
Taunting,
teasing.
tantalizing.
Showing me life,
but jerking it away.
I love her.
I must have her.
But I remember it was
Just a kiss, nothing more.

I must have her.
She is tearing me apart,
haunting my thoughts,
my dreams,
every time I close my eyes.
I must remember,
remember that it was
Just a kiss, nothing more.

I cannot go on.
She denies me,
denies the point of my existence.
I draw my life,
my soul.
I love her.
I need her.
How did this start?
I remind myself,
Just a kiss, nothing more.

Something must give.
I am being ripped in half,
Torn by reality
and what I cannot have.
Cannot.
Must not.
Have to.
Must.
I need her.
Dimly, a voice reminded
Just a kiss, nothing more.

I saw her.
An angel among men,
gliding with unearthly grace.
I must see her more,
soak up her presence,
bask in her light.
I will have her.
I will.
Just a kiss, nothing—
No.

She did not know me.
She runs,
hiding from her destiny.
NO.
I must have her.
An echo rings in my head,
Just a kiss, noth—
I think other thoughts.

She has denied me.
Those beautiful eyes,
those hard, cold eyes,
meeting mine.
I do not know you,
She insists.
Bitch.
She does.
Oh yes, she does.
She will remember.
I will make her remember.
What started this?
Just a kiss, nothing..nothing..
I cannot remember.

She’s beautiful.
She’s the essence of heaven.
No.
She’s a monster,
preying on emotions.
I deny her.
She will not get me.
Never.
I love her.
I hate her.
This needs to end.
Just a kiss?
I think not.

Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. She will die.
By my blade, by my bullet, by my bare hands,
This wretch will meet her death.
I will cut her last strains of life,
laughing gleefully at her as they slip out of her grasp.
I vaguely remember that it was
Just a kiss—
but crush the thought.
She will die.

No.
I cannot kill.
I cannot destroy such a
wonder piece of life.
No.
I will not.
Yes.
I must.
She has destroyed me
from the inside.
She must pay.
Just... Just...
The thought fades.

The blade craves flesh.
My blade,
my knife,
my instrument of death,
longs for the taste of human blood.
Blood.
Her blood.
NO.
Never.
Hers.
Mine.
Does it matter?
A veil lifts.
It is clear what needs to be done.

I sheath the blade.
Sheath it in flesh.
My flesh.
The pain that comes,
pain beyond all belief,
is necessary.
Necessary to save a life,
a miraculous,
wonderful,
precious life.
Yes, it is right.
Life blood spills,
sealing the deed.
It is right.
She is safe.
Vision fades.
Thoughts are muddied.
It is right.
It is...
Just a kiss, nothing more.
I smile as death embraces.



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