I
blame you for all my shortcomings,
You’re
at fault for my every inhibition
I
blame you for everything that’s gone awry
You’re
the reason, the single motive, behind my disposition
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love I hold
I
hate you
With my every inch of flesh & bone
I
blame you for my every sin
Your
very essence gnaws within
I
blame you for the darkened skies,
For
my shaking wrists and dampened eyes
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love in me
I
hate you,
With my every inch of breath that’s
free
I
blame you for misfortune
I
blame you for the cold
I
blame you for confusion
I
blame you for the warmth
I
blame you in the night
When I can’t sleep
I
blame you in the day
When I can’t dream at all
You’ve
made my every nightmare scratch and claw
Your
hurt’s done more harm than even you care it to
I
blame you for the insecurity
Your
image paints me red
I
blame you for a mind so frayed
You’ll
never leave my head
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love I knew
I
hate you,
For all the lies you spewed
I
blame you for my possession
You’ve
made my devils love you more
I
blame you for the nonchalance
The
flit of hair, the bat of eye
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love in me
I
blame you for every scenario spun to shine
My
ideas, each and all, your symbols they’ve become
I
blame you even when,
I
see you’re finality sift before me there
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love in me
I
blame you for that smile, that sarcastic grin
Laughing,
at me, even when I stand above you there in sin
I
blame you for my actions,
For
each coagulated drop that falls
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love in me
I
blame you for your reaction,
Taking
credit for it all
I
blame you for you’re last breath,
And
those words you spoke to me
Claiming
yourself the victor,
In
a game I didn’t know was played,
Claiming
that you’ve won,
That
I’m now the pawn she made
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love in me
I
hate you,
With my every beat of heart
I
hate you,
With every ounce of love in me
I
hate you,
I
hate you,
I
love you,
I
love you,
With every ounce of hate in me
A lot more hate in there than love it seems; narrator's target seems absolutely vile in nature if accusations are true, love in end is already terribly distorted I think.
ReplyDeleteLove-hate-love resembles a chain as well, an entanglement, the narrator locked in a cycle love-hate feelings.
Maybe I didn't see this the way you intended (I'm thinking this especially after I read Ravenblack's comment) but I saw the narrator speaking to some illness or wound that's defining their life, robbing them of the things that they want. One way or another its potent writing.
ReplyDeleteI think both interpretations are quite fair. I happened to be personifying emotion, yet after looking at it I think I may have done a good enough job at shading that opens the door to alternate patterns. This piece was one that I created as a song, thus the repetition, so in as such there isn't as much layering, so seeing two varying takes on the pieces is a nice thing to see. Really good feedback thanks:)
ReplyDeleteha funny how that works...love and hate both come from the same place you know...the repitition works really well...could hear it spoken as well if not song...
ReplyDeleteI don't know if love and hate come from the same place or not, unless it's a love/hate thing and not just a hate/hate thing..haha. Did sound like a song and was like the speaker was more filled with hate than love. Guess it's just loving to hate, boy could I have fun with confusing people using love/hate..haha
ReplyDeleteWish stupid blogger would show you in the damn blogroll, stupid thing.