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Unrequited Love

Fathomless eyes
Stray not an inch
From the epicentre
Of merciless flames
Drawn like moths
Into the brazen heat
Of tragic expression
Willing to perish
Feelings squirm in shame
And writhe in pain
A whole heart carved out
By sharp knives
Into illegible font
Etched on cheap paper
Verses scream stories
At the molten face
Even sealed lips fail
To halt the flow
Of a bleeding love
Ink and parchment
Compose an ironic eulogy
To the life that was
Betrayed by its master
Ambrosia it seemed
Until partaken of
Such scheming hope
The letter a testimony
Surrendering to red logs
That feed the blaze
In an empty house
Remains of love
Lay charred beyond recognition
As the poor thing chokes
And burns to ashes
Taking truth with it
No one need ever know
About the gift
Of mind, heart, and soul
Returned without a note



The Infidel

The hollow silences
Incomplete sentences
You are avoiding my eye
I am beginning to see

I have been ousted
Without ado, banished
From a kingdom
I mistook to be mine

I can sense the shame
You can’t say my name
Guilt and exasperation
Both bursting in mind

I am tired of this act
Why not come clean
Better I set you free
Than stay here, broken

My pride is wounded
Dismay has me surrounded
I lay in bed with you
You smell of elsewhere

Our miserable choices
My misplaced trust
Your fickle fidelity
What choppy waters

I knew you well
Or so I thought
We share a house
But live separately

Should I walk out?
Would it be easy?
On me, on you?
Where are my answers?

You are trying a lot
To rescue the scene
I might not make it
You take your chance

Flee, and let me be
Let me see
I might be stronger
Than even I know


You’ll always be THE one

How I beseeched you not too long ago
Not to return my poor heart to me
Of what use was the thing, anyway
Too tired to even try beating again

I refused to leave your porch till dawn
My tears sighed all night at my plight
Maybe it was just another day for you
But my life was begging to be excused

The strength I never claimed to possess
Was being tested to my utter dismay
For who wants to be brave and smile?
When agony is killing you from inside

Whom could I trust when I left all behind
To run after you, tied to my blind hopes
The mystery seemed so welcoming then
I wanted to stay hidden from the world

Protected, mind you, loved, cherished
I gave my all so you may not complain
I loved the good and bore every flaw
You were my universe, to you I belonged
Give me a reason you dashed my pleas

Wiped me out as if I was a disease
What more could I offer than my soul
I would die at your feet, feeling whole
It hurts, I tell you, though you can’t know

When a heart is damaged beyond repair
My innocence is punished in multiple ways
While you get to sit and enjoy the show
I curse not even my enemy to see this day

It is a blinding pain that few can survive
I just sit quietly, badly wanting to scream
Picking the pieces of a shattered dream
It is here that your sister finds me, stunned

As she reveals how you died this morning
I bite my lips, but my brain feels numb
I cannot comprehend why I am told at all
She cries about the crazy fool you were
Sending away the girl you madly loved

Shocking her into coping with your void
By blaming you and opting to forget you
Wow, so you chose to be the ‘bad’ one
Being ‘loved and lost’ did not appeal to you

I wipe my tears and now assure you I won,
You failed in that quest, you are THE one

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