“I Love You, That’s Why I’m Screaming”
By Jake Bannerman
People think I write horror because I’m angry.
Because I hate the world.
Because I want to shock you, offend you, disturb you.
But the truth is far simpler, and far harder to swallow:
I scream because I love you.
I write in blood because no one listens when you whisper in pain.
I use horror because it’s the only language that still feels honest.
I never knew how to say “I love you” the soft way.
No one ever taught me that.
I was raised in silence, in wounds, in fire.
So now—when I want you to feel seen,
I set myself on fire so the light reaches you.
You say it’s ugly.
You say it’s violent.
You say it’s too much.
But that’s what love feels like when it’s clawing its way through trauma.
That’s what tenderness becomes when it’s never been nurtured.
That’s what survival looks like when the world ignores the bleeding.
So no—I won’t write you a Hallmark poem.
I won’t give you a sanitized version of love.
I’ll hand you a blade and a mirror.
I’ll give you a book that guts you.
And if you make it through?
You’ll know you were loved in a way that never lied to you.
That’s the only way I know how to love.
And maybe that’s not what you want.
But it’s the truest thing I have to give.
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