Ode to fall victim to love unreciprocated

My gaze lingers on him like a cat, ready to pounce on a rat,
Blissful dreams I keep to myself,
Will potential become kinetic?
Only time moves forward,
Sympathetic exposure to the typical,
Things I know how to do,
Most people don’t,
Simple things like engaging in conversation,
Or maintaining a friendship,
Is an inevitable war to fight for peace,
Harder things in life are easy to me however,
Like surviving, stranded in the wilderness,
To love another is difficult,
To express it is a bullet in the brain,
Doing the same things with every guy,
“What’s up?” “How old are you?” “What’s your sign?”
It’s not my first time at the rodeo,
An army of different personalities I garner,
Exchanging information as a way to barter,
The baggage that we all submit to burden,
Anguish is disturbing due to a eventual broken heart,
Resorted to defeat like shattered glass,
Everything happens for a reason,
One lid for every pot,
Men and women can both lie, cheat, and betray,
Pick your fucking poison,
Don’t want to demolish my current views on his persona,
Afraid he won’t be as good a person as I imagine,
1/7.5 billion chance that he’ll be my soulmate,
Can’t put my hopes up for such overwhelming odds,
For chivalry is dead,
Lingering on my ideal that this man knows necromancy,
Maybe he can resurrect the gentleman within,
As if there’s one to begin with cus I’m wrong like that,
Perhaps the Grim Reaper is the love of my life,
Exotic dingy, dark robes and a sickle in his left hand,
Makes my current prey a basketcase,
Sketetal figure and a sensual touch that kills,
Death intrigues the already half-alive,
Yet I long for a human’s reciprocal feelings,
No one can love like I can,
At least that I know of,
The more aware of life I am,
The less the world is contempt to stay in reality,
Delve into the mystery,
I want to tell him,
I’m resilient to heartbreak, tragedy, and trauma,
Most likely it will scare him rather than attract,
Maybe he’ll understand or at least fathom how I see,
That everyone else is inferior to me cus again I’m wrong that way,
Worst case scenerio my crush will disappoint me,
The Sun will rise cus it won’t be the end of everything,
There’s other fish in the sea blah blah blah,
My safety net is greeting the Grim Reaper,
“Long time no see my old friend”
At least I know I can count on Death in the end


  1. Bunnet · June 19, 2015

    I hate to like post like this, because I feel your hurt dude and like for you to be happy and having good time

    Liked by 1 person

    • tpcsufian · June 19, 2015

      Im glad you can relate and thanks for your condolence 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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