Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Hate Me

The following poem is from the section, "Secrets" of She Wanted A Love Poem, a collection of poems.

Hate Me
"Can you hear me?"

I could hear him
As I sat on the other
Side of the locked door.
My back on said door
As I waited for him
To do or say something.

"I can hear you breathing
So I'm sure you can hear me."

"Then speak your mind
And be on your way."
I spat, hoping my bitterness
Will quicken his pace.

"I know you love me..."

"I do not!"
I interrupted.

"It saddens me that
You lie so quickly,
So easily and yet
I still love you,"
He continued.

"Is that it?"
I queried, hoping
That that was all
He had to say.

"Woman, why do you
Test me so?
I love you!"
He sighed and
I came close to crying.

"You've said your piece,
Now be on your way."
I say quickly for fear
Of a toad jumping
In my throat and

As I listened to
His retreating footsteps,
I sank down to
The floor and curled up
Into a fetal position.

I loved him but
I wanted him to hate me,
Hate me now instead
Of later when......
No, he will never
Know the truth.

Hours passed before
I got up from the floor.
Morning had come and
With it came morning sickness.

No, he will never know
That for a short while
I carried his baby
And what I was about
To do this new day
Is reason enough for
Him to hate me.

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joanna said...

didn't see that ending coming... wow! skillfully woven.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

As usual, you blend emotion and action and surprise. A pow!erful poem.