A poem about a woman unable to overcome her fear of trusting and sharing her feelings with the one she loved
My heart waits for unrequitedness
And then my speech is free
My mind tells me I’m safe to feel
When hearts no longer feel for me
It’s a pattern of behaviour
And a rhythm I can’t break
It’s my heart and head I battle
Then my confession comes too late
I’ve loved and lost before
I’ve always wanted to resolve
I’ve never understood myself,
Or how my head and heart revolve,
It’s my fault, my selfish stuttering, my emotion – I’ve denied
When you asked me and you held me
My mouth shut me away and lied
It’s an eternal conflict and love,
It’s a fear I can’t place
If I can’t open up my heart and give-in to your embrace
How fast my heart broke
When I saw you with another,
Like lightening, like a spark, with my love left uncovered
I gathered my courage, to hope and to show
Prepared to open my heart and say it so you’d know
How quickly that melted, how fast it did fly
When I realised you held me not in your eyes
A poet struggling with the unrequited love of their muse
Published on Spillwords in 2016
And so it starts; the question of the ending begins.
Knowing you can’t love me.
But your arms can hold me home
Knowing you can’t need me
And I can’t bear to be alone…
Omnipresent stuttering holds the pen fast in my grasp
And the juxtaposition of my desire is disillusioned fast.
Tortollogy of my feelings fall fast upon the page
But ink kills the creation –Continue reading
A soliloquy written for puck; her love for oberon. Excerpt From an original play: ‘Cubed’
A soliloquy showing Puck’s love for Oberon. From an original play: ‘Cubed’
Our love is as a melody; once magical – now mundane.
If he could simply take his time to listen, truly listen to the words with his heart he should find what he fell for, what enchanted him about our song.
He loves me not, but my heart holds me to his will at least a while longer. I cannot work my charms upon him, he is immune to such trickery, and I could not live with myself, nor not with him neither if he were not to be authentic in his love.