I love the man that I hate

2 Comments

Tags:
  • Emotional
    • spirit
    • is exhausted jus stoppin thru more poems coming soon and I will get in touch with each of you who took the time out to respond to my poems. Thanks so much.

    I love the man that I hate

    Sometimes I love you because you are a dream, a myth, a desire, a feeling, a challenge, my strength, my king
    Sometimes I hate you because you are a devil, a trick, a fire, a killer, my anger, the reason for my fists, so mean
    I want to love you but seem to keep hating you, I want to make you into the perfect plan
    I want to love you but I keep on debating on whether this matrimony will stand
    I love you so much but I find that loving you means hating myself
    I hate you so much sometimes but could not stand to see you with someone else
    but could I after weighing out pros and cons where we are right now compared to where we are from
    would I be able to bare you in the arms
    of someone who could keep you warm
    or warmer than me,
    Sometimes I love you so much because you are a friend, a provider, a real man, my joy, and my strength
    Sometimes I hate you so much because you're still a man, a liar, a scam, a wild boy, and my accident
    I want to love you but somehow I end up hating everything that you represent
    I want to love you but somehow I keep feeling that the two of us were not meant
    So you ask if I could stand to see you with someone else
    Well, I could not stand to see her with the man the I Love
    but the man that I hate she keep all of him to her self
    all the fussing and fighting, the secrets and lying, all the nights filled with crying and my heart filling like it's dying
    she can have him cause I dont need that mess
    it kills my spirit and positive thinking and make me feel like I am less
    like I dont deserve a good man, I dont deserve to be catered, I dont deserve to be trusted, I dont deserve to have a purpose
    but the man that I love i will fight for his heart, nothing will tear us apart, nothing will come in between, because that man is too smart
    to let some one stand in my shoes
    his love for me can never be bruised, and to him I am too good to be abused, mistrusted, and lied to, I am too good to get yelled at, stomp, and treat like an excuse
    that man is too soft to hurt me, desert me, draw tears to my eyes, and make me feel like my world is tumbling down
    that man is my prince in the night, in darkness he's light, my pain he makes light and nothing but love is trickling down
    That is sad that I only love half of a man and the other half I can let go
    I want to have all of his being, but the other half is killing my soul
    Joy for a moment, but hell in the evening, yelling to torment, from choking to bleeding, disagreements unresolved issues of cheating, days of no breathing, to nothing has any meaning, tired of hiding who I am, denied the place where I stand I swear its hard to love that man
    and he thinks it's not him
    its like one side is cold and the other is hot and I am the temperature the opposite of what ever temperature he is
    and sometime we are one regardless of how rare that is
    Sometimes I love you because you are a dream, a myth, a desire, a feeling, a challenge, my strength, my king
    Sometimes I hate you because you are a devil, a trick, a fire, a killer, my anger, the reason for my fists, so mean



    Poem Comments

    (2)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    harmony4words commented on I love the man that I hate

    06-03-2009

    tug a war is defiently the decription i felt in this one, and i feel every ounce of it, ive been through it all, sometimes feeling like this almost feel like your swimming is a sea of confusion, yet you know the problem is getting rid of him, but we love them lol

    universescribe1 commented on I love the man that I hate

    12-08-2008

    I can absolutely connect to the tug of war going on in this poem. The battle between how much you love and how much it hurts is real familiar. I wonder if you'd consider being a part of macrocosmicscripts publishing. You can e-mail me : macrocosmi

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    spirit’s Poems (11)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    Plead my case 3
    I love the man that I hate 2
    I Can't Take No More 1
    Dirty 4
    Cheaters 3
    Writing is my Therapy 2
    How could you? 3
    These Kind of Negative Things 5
    Sick to Death 0
    In the midst of the rain 2
    Touching Her 6