Unrequited

To my Unrequited Love,

I hate myself for loving you.
Your image relentlessly haunts my mind,
More haunting even than your crushing rejection.

I see you crying.
I want so badly just to hold you;
To hold you forever and make everything all right,
Yet the reality of your rejection sits heavy like a cancer
In the depths of my chest,
So heavy that my heart is infinitely stretched,
Beyond repair:
A black hole that sucks every ounce of happiness and energy
From my Soul.

I feel like I am drowning in a sea with no horizon;
There is nothing I can do.
I have lost control. Powerless. Helpless. Pathetic.

Can you even comprehend the misery your oblivious torture inflicts
Upon every dark moment of my Godforsaken life?
You cry, yet what could you possibly know of
Pain and rejection and self-loathing?

You deserve to burn in Hell for what you do to me,
And yet I would willingly give myself to you forever
For just one sweet kiss from your flawless lips.
I love you utterly; I would die for you,
And yet without you I am dead.

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And that, you see, is the reason why I do not write poetry!

The piece is meant to symbolize unrequited love. At least how it felt to me... I guess it's all subjective. I thought a letter of confession of these feelings would make an interesting background, so I just wrote down some of the metaphors I remember from when my life was consumed like that...

Stock Art used to texture the BG:

'10' by ~rye-stock & 'texture07' by ~Odessa11stock - thanku for that