BledA Poem by Lexi I.We've all felt the desperation/frustration of unrequited love; sometime's we're the ones who create those feelings. This poem intends to emphasize some of those feelings.Bled
it’s
what you don’t say, which speaks louder than words it’s
that resounding silence, the darkest of the piano’s chords
it’s
the way you shrug, you sigh--you become ever so small it’s
the way that you’re there, but truly not there at all
forlorn,
you are curled in the arms of that old tattered chair looking
somewhere, but nowhere, twisting your unruly hair
your
shoulders are slumped; your lips forever smile down you’ve
the look of a princess, mourning her lost crown
I’M SORRY hangs by a noose in the stillness of
the room met
with no mercy, they face their own ill-fated doom
my
voice moves the rafters; I implore, PLEASE hear my plea i
pull at my clothes, your clothes--yet you still don’t see
a
vase crashes, crumples, scatters, before your unflinching eyes the
deepest freeze during winter--this is your unyielding guise
a
dragon’s fire couldn’t make a drop melt from your heart you’re
but two feet away, yet we’re two worlds’ distance apart
for someone who “loves love stories,” as you so
eloquently say it
seems that ours is more befitting of your “love to hate” cache
perhaps
this one time, you shall feel the solitude of an empty bed and
dwell in your twisted joy, knowing that my heart’s been bled
i’ve
no fervor left to continue for I see my love’s been taken in vain enjoy
the vacant power of your throne; revel in your miserable reign
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34 Reviews Added on January 3, 2013 Last Updated on January 5, 2013 Tags: love, unrequited love, broken heart, apology, desperation, conflict AuthorLexi I.Somewhere, MIAboutLike most people here, I aspire to weave magic with words and to create worlds where others--as well as myself, of course--can escape to. From a young age, I loved reading and joining characters--who .. more..Writing
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