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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 © 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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