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I love/hate you the most
by Maria KintnerI 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. 04/11/2021 Author's Note: I bet you don't even remember my name.
Posted on 04/11/2021
Copyright © 2024 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. |
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