Pointless little love poem

Unrequited love is perhaps the easiest but most tragic form of love. Easiest because it requires no maintenance, it is not subject to fights or to lulls. It is constant, unwavering as it is unforgiving. But it is also deeply tragic. This is a pointless little love poem I’m working on for my unrequited love.

 

every day I look at your eyes

reflected in a million pixels

you are made of darkness

those monochrome angels

all lined up in you

 

and I fall like icarus

from the sun in your eyes

reflected in a million pixels

dramatic as bullet holes

 

I cannot exist out on the streets

I cannot sing the protest songs

I cannot move from this prone state of pensiveness

I cannot face the day

Without those eyes

Miracles and idols

Green like spring under all that snow

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One thought on “Pointless little love poem

  1. “Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).”

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