Another Untitled Love Poem About You
Illustrated by Angelo-Antonio Carocci-Jaimes
I have a bad habit of watering dead plants
Maybe that’s why I pour myself into others
The way turbulent waterfalls flow into controlling rivers
Becoming one half of a silent killer
It started with the son they never had,
The golden boy with the powder blue eyes
“Too good for you” said mom
“He’s good for you” told lies
He wouldn’t hurt a fly
But apparently, I am no insect
What an incomparable high
Four years of aching infatuation, nevertheless zero regret
The doubled-edged sword of unrequited love
Cuts deeper than the scissors you keep under your pillow
And those sugar-coated lies we sing to mourning doves
Are told too often to soften their final blow
Safe from the glitching sunrays of false hopes
Hiding under the bed with orphaned socks and childhood monsters
All of us shaking, standing our ground until we get coaxed
I can still remember the trance that is being mesmerized by imposters
Still he was the gentlest, loudest soul
Cursed with the wrath of a widowed king
He strides out as a whole
While my battered heart beats in the boxing ring
Seeking comfort in sleepless nights and stab wounds
The illusion of romance disguised as abusive familiarity
Only to find yourself caught in the tightening ropes of abandonment
Ah, to be a young and in love
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