Posted: August 16, 2010 in Uncategorized

I know, I don’t have to do it,
but I feel like it had a bit.
Crossing the lines of humor,
feeling like a patient with unknown fever.

Fuck it up.
I don’t care if it is something.
I had my own feelings,
and I don’t want any intruder.

I kept silent when you said it.
I loved you more than to my heart.
I loved the felicitous life,
but you chirped me and chocked my pain,
causing the deepest pain in my heart.

I gave you everything you wanted,
thou I don’t like what you wanted.
I did it for you.
I was strangled by you,
Loosing the flicker of life,
and living like a corpse with the fucking life.

I hate you,
hate you for this.

  1. hoiden says:

    its hard n terrible wen someone u love deserts or betrays you….
    i found writing poetry helps…hope it does for u 2

    • vinayiit says:

      thank you. But it is not for me. I just wrote it, thats it…. I am committed and very happy with my life. My girlfriend is the sweetest and I have evrything I wanted.

      Thank you for your comments…. 🙂 🙂

      have a nice day…

  2. Jingle says:

    great poem!
    writing is a way to express,
    lovely style!

  3. Jingle says:

    Our poetry potluck is NOW open, welcome linking in..

    thanks for the support.
    hope you well.

  4. Jingle says:


    help visit Talon to wish her a happy birthday today,

    hope to see you at our potluck tomorrow.

    linking in a specific poem which was not commented on maybe more helpful to you.

  5. Jingle says:

    welcome linking in a poem to our potluck today, Thanks in advance!


    an award will be given upon participation this week.

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