Nothing Spells Masochist Like my Pride, Don’t Worry My Heart Can Take It

Nothing spells masochist like my pride …

masochist

 

I staggered miles in barefoot to pray,

Gird my soul from earth-shattering pain

Rifle through all the memories I hate

To recall the ache of disdain, and all

 

My tears, they wet the beaten path

My thoughts, a silo, where missiles dwell

Palpitations rapt in the darkest math

Add or subtract, it all equals hell.

 

There is a saboteur inside

Inward, my ego calls his name

I hear, I accept these subtle lies

A victim I, to his wicked games

 

My frail bones split so decisive

imparting assaults from sticks and stones

Our stance of love is always divisive

My love, I should be left all alone

 

But craving lust means, your body

Draped upon me, the blackness inside,

Lost with this animal hobby

submittal unto my primal side.

 

Nothing spells masochist like my pride

Like an abusive love I can’t leave

My brain won’t let me, I love the ride

The abuses my soul receives.

 

Its cells all have their own prisons

Many lessons given for munitions

Quite the scholar of lessons given

‘Tis what my mind physician said.

 

How long until fake love is dead,

Robust this rapport with regret,

Time melts away, inside my head,

I ponder all ways I could forget

 

Can I force myself to respect me?

Hit the relationship reset key

It feels like my paths are preset

For heartache’s sore soliloquy

 

The plot lines laid like my heartlines,

Filled with holes that need to be filled

I, privy to the labors outlined,

Say do your worst, and I’ll rebuild.

 

As a ship forlorn in the ocean

I laugh, embracing the currents

Filtered mind ready for the notion

Of craving you, despite your deterrence.

~~~

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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

2 thoughts on “Nothing Spells Masochist Like my Pride, Don’t Worry My Heart Can Take It

  • November 18, 2021 at 11:49 PM
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    Great work, Paul. It is emotive and a pleasure to read this fine work. Your poetry seems to come from deep in your soul and moves my soul to recognize such beauty in poetry. Well done.

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    • November 20, 2021 at 6:17 AM
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      Thank you so much Phyllis. Appreciate the kind words. The power of love or its delusion can make people do crazy things.

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