I could’ve let you go,
Escape from this prison you’ve put me on,
Let the pain finish for once and for all,
… but I didn’t, I just couldn’t.
Masochistic me, I’ve told myself many times,
Seems like if I’m looking for more pain,
Instead of running and going away.
Your presence disappears with time,
But when it is about to disappear at all,
I look for you, for it to grow again,
Even though I know it is killing me
Masochistic me when I look at your eyes,
Dark brown, honey river,
Makes me drown, takes my breath,
It causes me pain…. But I like it…
Masochistic me, that’s all I think of,
But this is the only way to know I’m alive,
To know if I have still feelings left,
That you didn’t take them all when you walked away.
*NOTE: Masochistic have two meanings. The one I am using in this poem is ''cause pain to onself''.... Just for those who misunderstood when I post it the first time.
Ana i like ur poems! ! ! ! they are very loaded with feelings...keep it up! ! !
A sophisticated, mature and well-expressed thought for one of 15 years. Very good poem. (My own view is that a little Sadism never hurt, whereas a little Masochism never hurt enough. Well, perhaps not.)
Well My Dear, 15 and in love and already willing to forget how special you must be...Please read my 'What You Gonna Do Now Girl'...written for those willing to waller around in dispair over some guy that uses your feelings for a door mat....deep poem, so much emotion...snap out of it...now! ...and your question must be, what does she know? 'Come out and let the sun shine on you...etc. etc. etc...That man and you are through! ..or should be. Learn to love yourself, more than you love him. That is my advice and I am sticking to it.
'Masochistic me, that’s all I think of, But this is the only way to know I’m alive' deep thought, thanks for sharing *Pain* Pain Pain to remember Pain to pray Pain to praise Love Pain is The grace of Above
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it, however my heart bleeds, the way I understand you is...you always expound your feelings, your emotions concerning your lost love practically every time you write. How many times have you...you know what I mean? Warm regards,