Unrequited
poem by:
Aina A
Written
on Nov 16, 2016
A little less my love
Be still my love
Do not stand oh so close my love.
Just leave my love!
As the words dispelled into the world, escaping the containment within a complicated soul..
I realise..
That I truly wish to die.
Be gone my love.
Leave me be my love.
You talk too much my love.
I cannot handle it.
These words which are so casually imparted onto me; for my reception; for my comprehension and acceptance.
These words, they hurt me.
The wound me.
All that I can do is continue walking..breathing and heaving these cruel words into my bosom.
Perhaps they'll disappear I hope.
Perhaps they will be gone.
Perhaps with their departure...so too..will my desire for death turn out to be all but a joke.
