My poem (PSYCHOPATHOLOGY ENTRY: 004)

Hello…anyone that reads. This is going to be something completely new I try and kind of have been wanting to do for a while, all it took was for a classmate to prompt me into doing it. All in all, I hope to do another one of these journal entries with my poems, ^__^ enjoy!

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Give me love.

I watch her through the sanguine tainted glass.

I see her majestic curves and delicate skin.

I feel her gentle gaze interlocking with my eyes.

Her body is too beautiful not to admire.

I want to see her without the glass.

I want to touch her soft body.

I stare at her with lust and hunger, but her stare is peaceful and desiring of love.

She wants me to hold her. She wants the protection of love.

She presses her hand to the sanguine glass. 

It shatters into a brilliant storm of red. 

The twinkling red glass is quickly consumed by the darkness of light.

Her soft pale skin is no longer clear.

She is now a sore to my malignant eyes.

Her curves are no longer elegant.

Her gaze no longer meets mine.

I want to say something to the gentle creature I was so hungry for…moments ago.

Was it really moments ago? I think.

I hate her now.

Her body is too disgusting to bear.

She was perfect and I wished I could have her.

But now she’s mine and all I can think of is how much I wish I didn’t have her.

I just wish she stayed behind that tainted glass so I could always desire that perfection.

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