Torturero
“Do you still love her,”
I ask without wanting
to know the answer.
And yet I remain curious
masochistic, pained.
I long for his answer
as I long for him.
I want to find something
to connect to so I can
justify what I feel.
But it never comes,
and the conversation
ends.
And I go back into
my lonely world wishing
to be a part of his.
Comments
3 responses to “torture: part i”
We are all masochists.
~ X {loves this poem}
P.S. Meat Loaf can be quite addicting. ;_
~ X
melancholic. good.