I push you away
And your voice is running through my veins
But I'll smile when you die -
If it's by my hands.
And if I have to watch you gasp
then it might not be so fun
But I'll smile anyways -
And look on...
Don't test me and
You know I'll love hating you
Eventually
And smiles are only skin deep -
But I'll smile when you die
If it's by my hands
And if I have to see you struggle
Then it might not be too great
But when it's said and done
It's your misery over mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another harrowing, unsettling write. But this means its a strong write, as I'm sure you know, Anon. P.S: please tell us who you are!