Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Woman




Cold.
Scared.
Alone in the immense black hole which they call "growing up."
In need of physical affection,
in urge of emotional caresses;
realizing that the love of a father is not enough anymore...

I gladly accept the award. Please visit Poetry Palace.
I´d like to nominate Dulce.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

I do not.


I dont like you.
I dont like your smell in the morning.
I dont like the mess you drag me into.
I dont like the way you move your hands while you talk.
I dont like it at all.

I dont like it when you touch me.
I dont like the way you kiss.
I dont like your hugs 
I dont like the way you think.
I dont like it at all.

I dont like the way you lie
I dont like it when you steal my clothes
and neither when you come late from school.
I dont like you at all, 
and yet
I love you so.

Taking part in Thursday Poets Rally