she?

woe to me
for i do not comprehend my puny mind
which thought it had all but figured out
knowing right from wrong

love and hate
admiration and disgust
seem to be tiny shades of each other
grey is the colour that dominates

she’s the chief
someone my brain chooses to love and hate
someone my brain loses sanity over
surely me not to be blamed

i yearn for her
yet love to shun her
i’m attracted to her charm
yet puked at her looks

crossroads of nerves
bundles of verves

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3 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. I like the thoughts behind this poem. 🙂

  2. never imagined myself to pen these thoughts here. thanks, Susan!

  3. this one i get without having to think on it. i like this one too.


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