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While Love Got Strangled

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Penned this in July of 23. I had completely forgotten about it, then it got buried deep in the vault. This one has never been released. Appreciate you. - Damian DeadLove

just a permanent scab

the one you constantly pick

i’m the back you stab

the one vice you can’t kick

 

everything feels so heavy

with this weight i carry

why don’t you tell me

how i’m not so scary

 

unable to speak the truth

so we repeat a lie

accusations without proof

it’s the argument we deny

 

there are no winners

because the race is fixed

childish fools or beginners

our desires never mixed

 

so why be surprised

we read each others eyes

the future compromised

another moment dies

 

each breath became urgent

every word tangled

instead of owning we rented

while love got strangled

 

 

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    1. I’m big on the closing lines of a poem. What an impact they make. It’s the impression your reader walks away with, that stays in your head like a song you can’t shake. The lost loves and the unrequited loves are always on my hit list. You nailed this one, Damian…so good!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Kelly. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I agree with you, coming from a lyrical background, I always love a good line. But the beginning and ending are very important indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I wrote this before joining DU. I love that line as well. It was screaming to be let out. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

    2. The last stanza is a real ass kicker! The rhyme scheme is cool too. It’s obvious that you care about your results. It shows in your craftings. This is thought provoking, but not heavy. Well done Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mark. So glad you connected with the write my friend. It was an ass kicker, I penned this during a time of self-therapy and reflection. I’ve always cared, always executing is another story. This was a cool discovery, because I had forgotten about it. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sometimes you gotta say it loud and proud. Honored to receive the dubble. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    3. This is dark, deep, and brilliant, Damian. I’m glad you dug it out of the vault! The honesty in this poem is cutting, and the final lines–“instead of owning we rented / while love got strangled” –are a phenomenal, memorable finish. A wicked good read.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Roma. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those final lines are my favorite as well. It was penned in a time of self-reflection, and getting to really know myself. Without my addiction clouding my vision. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    4. “another moment dies”

      That’s the thing people lose sight of. Once the moment is gone…it’s gone. What we make of it bears a lot of weight. I’d rather carry honest weight than the baggage of pretense. I’m glad you found this one. It needed to breathe, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Spot on in your analysis as always, it did need to breathe a little. It was simmering on the stove in the word kitchen. lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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