I love/hate you the most
by Maria Kintner
I avoid you at every turn.
And you show up in front of me,
like the sun is setting my back on fire.
A cold shadow on the sidewalk
that I can't possibly reach.
One step ahead, and still connected.
Your darkness is the mocking kind.
And in the fury of my afternoons,
when your moon kisses your brow goodnight...
I am burning with confusion;
unable to understand how I can hate you for new things
every single day...
...but love you with every broken piece of me
all night long.
Author's Note: I bet you don't even remember my name.
Posted on 04/11/2021
Copyright © 2021 Maria Kintner
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/12/21 at 04:16 AM|
Really like the construction and expression here. Powerful surprise ending closes the piece with a bang. PS: It happens to men too.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 04/12/21 at 09:58 PM|
Can relate- great piece
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/15/21 at 07:13 PM|
Love the structure and vocabulary in this. Thanks!
|Posted by Richard Vince on 04/21/21 at 09:36 PM|
yes. this is a feeling i know (or at least remember) well. and that author's note really got me: i wonder how many people who profoundly affected me remember me at all now, let alone my name.