I am not entirely sure what it is that makes me love this poem so much. Normally, I find poetry so fragmented annoying, and impossible to grasp. Hoewver, this is lovely. Great job. Keep writing.

nice. it had such an amazing atmosphere around it.

** perfect once again. you said so ** much in so few words. 'your words coated with cyanide burn me' -- amazing imagery and feeling, just screaming. 'as does your touch, but i love the smell of scorched skin and smoke permeates the air.' absolutely incredible. so powerful, so brilliantly worded and written. 'perfumed by pain (a form of pleasure) it reeks of abuse and enslavement.' -- amazing. 'my body (and heart) chained to the fact that you care.' -- so powerful -- 'that's the only thing i have left to hold onto,' incredible -- 'and i dread the day my grip weakens.' ** perfect ending. god, this is amazing. i love this as well.

♥ alison

(ps: i've had a lot of inspiration to write lately ... and i was wondering if you would mind if i posted a poem on here dedicated to you. i'm just asking because i don't want to freak you out or make you uncomfortable or anything ... this is just my way of thanking you for everything and you've also inspired me to write a lot. so i want to thank you for it.)

"perfumed by pain (a form of pleasure)" That line was so beautiful and raw. The word, and then your own makeshift definition that rings much truer than the dictionary.

"your words coated with cyanide burn me as does your touch but i love the smell of scorched skin." Wonderfully powerful and hopeless and one of those self-inflicting pains that rings so beautifully through your mind.

This was wonderful.

This is sweet. It has a dark side and that makes it great. I dunno what else to say. Great Work! It is only my favourites!