A Poem About One of My Favorite Literary Tropes: Unrequited Love

  • May 7, 2021

Buds that never blossomed;

Seeds that never sprouted;

Leaves that never danced down;

Tides that never surged forward.

Eternally kept cold and expectant

They lie in wait.

Thick, sweet smoke rolling languidly

Below the surface.

It is comforting, it is warm-

But it is poisonous.

Your soul may start to decay,

It may peel away like wilted rose petals.

But you do not care to watch.

A breath held in, subdued in fear

That someone might hear it-

Yet somehow it wants

Oh so desperately to be heard.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful?

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