Unrequited love can be misery<\/p>\n
in oblivion we wander free<\/p>\n
but are we free<\/p>\n
with those shackles on<\/p>\n
tearing the sinews<\/p>\n
now upon<\/p>\n
its a thankless task to be so in love<\/p>\n
to imagine each bird<\/p>\n
is a turtle dove<\/p>\n
when of course it isn’t<\/p>\n
its likely to be<\/p>\n
a starling or rook<\/p>\n
its that you can’t see<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
its an empty feeling<\/p>\n
and sickens souls<\/p>\n
who love \u00a0and who feel<\/p>\n
all the controls<\/p>\n
who would give their lives<\/p>\n
for what they believe<\/p>\n
but reality proves<\/p>\n
that it wouldn’t achieve<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
love really to matter<\/p>\n
must be reciprocated<\/p>\n
one way is no way<\/p>\n
thats purely dated<\/p>\n
a malevolent gesture<\/p>\n
that tends to backfire<\/p>\n
and maligns those whose hearts<\/p>\n
wanted just to desire<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
to sink on one’s knees<\/p>\n
with one head in one’s hands<\/p>\n
and just feel the tears<\/p>\n
at the dashing of plans<\/p>\n
to love and respect till the ends<\/p>\n
of your days<\/p>\n
and have someone say boldly<\/p>\n
its all a malaise<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
that they need to breathe too<\/p>\n
and you are a pain<\/p>\n
a source of remorse<\/p>\n
perhaps even insane<\/p>\n
a pitiless ruffian<\/p>\n
borne out of desire<\/p>\n
who can now go to hell<\/p>\n
and burn in the fire<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Unrequited love<\/p>\n
there is no treatment for<\/p>\n
you may die a death<\/p>\n
in the internal war<\/p>\n
of attrition inside you<\/p>\n
that can’t bear to say<\/p>\n
that they love a women<\/p>\n
who just went away<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
who couldn’t stand one<\/p>\n
fucking inch of their face<\/p>\n
who hated their body<\/p>\n
who couldn’t keep pace<\/p>\n
with their wit or their light<\/p>\n
or their chemistry<\/p>\n
thats when I know<\/p>\n
the victim is me<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
thats when the wilderness<\/p>\n
I will embrace<\/p>\n
thats when I know<\/p>\n
I will fall on my face<\/p>\n
drowned in my tears<\/p>\n
burn in my pain<\/p>\n
and never re surface<\/p>\n
to love ere again<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Unrequited love can be misery in oblivion we wander free but are we free with those shackles on tearing the sinews now upon its a thankless task to be so in love to imagine each bird is a turtle dove … Continue reading