love/unrequited love
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Dressed like Saturn,
Girdled by those cosmic belts
She asks me, darling,
What's your favorite planet?
As a feather in the wind
You flit and bend
Ever away from me
Wistfully
There's poetry
I fear I'll never write
Should I never get the chance
To look into your eyes at night
When my soul became still
Hush hush listen closely to what I have to say
You only have one life so choose how you may
Why did I have to open my heart
Nothing ever happens between us.
I try and try and try, but my words stick in my throat.
God knows how I feel, how I've felt
How can you torture me so?
The truth is I love you
sometimes i just want to destroy
myself.
i know this is wrong,
you,
this,
us.
wrong.
but look at how right it feels.
lips locked
fingertips entwined,
Precious to me is he who's friendship is geater in value than any metal.
He who suffers the pangs of loneliness,
self-mutilation of failure,
stings of two unrequited loves,
labido's growling stomach,
"I have mixed feelings battered in a bowl.
You treat it, nothing less and nothing more.
Feeling lost, you don't tell me what's wrong...
texting you
straight
out of the hospital was like using my one jail call to
order a pizza i can’t have
Dear 4-year love,
The day I met you
Little did I know,
I was damned
From the start
The day I met you
Was meant to be
Another unsatisfying day
That is until I laid my eyes on you
So many times I wanted to ask you, was this for real, were you serious. Did you really not feel anything, was this nothing more than an insignificant stepping stone to what you really wanted.
you were
obsessed
with being a poem
and didn't realize
every breath you took
was already an art.
Not looking is so hard, but,
Why, pray tell, is it so hard?
I just can't seem to let you go.
It seems near impossible
Not to look.
Not constantly search
For your angelic face throughout
I feel so small in a large wild world.
I would do anything for you,
and I mean less to you than the dust–
kicked up beneath your worn down shoes.
It’s softly destroying me,
your passive authority.
Stop calling, stop texting
please leave me alone.
I dont want to hear your voice,
echoing through my phone.
Being the object of unrequited love
is a strong strain on a kind heart.
Waking up to words from you gets me through the day
I try my best to hide the way I feel but fuck
You’re my sun, my stars, my angel like Charity
But I’m the demon who can only hurt you if you know the truth
I love you till my death
And you don’t even sit flowers on my grave
Because I’m not here to remind you
Not that my love refines you
I just want mutuality
For you to think of me the same way I do you
