To Love Is To Destroy (Correct version)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Passion rules our lives, and in the wrong hands it can become dangerous. When passion takes over us and controls our every move, there is no right or wrong, there is no yes or no everything comes from within this passion. In which we will succumb

Submitted: August 16, 2009

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Passion lives within all of us
Watching, needing, loving, waiting
And all though no one wants it or requests it
It will come  
And it will open its mighty jaws
And eat you alive
 
 I stare through her window
Watch her tender skin, her soft eyes
She’s like an angel when she sleeps
I sneak inside her room undetected by every soul
 I gently caress her forehead
 Sweep my hand through her hair
As I hang over her bed I realise that here lies my passion
 
It whispers through and through our souls
Guides us on our way
Passion is ruling our lives
And we obey it with no power to control ourselves
But do we really have another choice
 
I draw her perfect face whilst she sleeps
And leave the drawing on her pillow so she will know that I was there
I do it just to taunt her and I enjoy it
 
The next night I go to her friend’s house
and sneak into her bedroom
I draw her slim, pale face and put the drawing on her pillow so she would know I was there
I’m taunting her and her friends and I enjoy it
 
I sit on the roof of the houseI have so often sat upon
I stare up at the stars thinking each one doesn’t compare to her
I left a envelope on her pillow
And am waiting for her to see
That I had drawn a picture her mother
Lying on the floor
I didn’t really kill her
I just want to taunt her
For It is my passion
She makes me feel emotion that I would die to get rid of
 But I would never kill her because after death there is no pain
If I kill her she will not suffer
 
I go to her father’s work
We chat for a little bit until he realises what I am here for
His eyes spot the knife in my hand and I chase him around for a bit
As he runs for his life his eyes fill with terror
But what doesn’t know is I’m never going to use the knife
I pursue him a little more let him think he actually has a chance
But then I catch up to him and break his neck in a single twist
I give an anonymous tip to the police as I make my way to her house
 
Passion is the source of the most significant moments in our lives
The sensation of love,
The lucidity of hate,
And the thrill of misery
 
I hide behind the tree in her front yard
I stare through the window as I see her pick up the phone
Her innocent face starts to turn confused
She knows what they’re saying now but she can’t believe it
Her eyes tear up, her face goes red
Her lips turn pouty as she drops the phone
She stumbles backwards into the wall and then falls to the ground in sorrow
I smile as I feel I have accomplished my goal
I have made her life a living hell for that is what she did to mine
 
You can let passion control you
Or you can try and fight it away
But there is no running and
No hiding
Because passion will seek you out and destroy you


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