Pain cascading down faces,
Damp Kleenex on the floors,
Love letters in trash cans,
All for “The one whom I adore”
Blood boils at kissing couples,
Wishing they’d flee to seclusion,
But in voyeuristic anger, wondering,
What inspires Adoration’s choosing
Love songs resonating from speakers
Find zero common ground
Shut off the entire system,
Just to escape the sound
Realization’s tears extinguish
Roaring torch aloft,
Black smoke ascends to Heaven,
Lovelorn linger, looking lost
Drenched with drizzle of defeat,
Internalized rejection,
Wage eternal wars with
Inferiority complexes.
Friends’ remorseful stories bring
Jealousy instead,
Imagine ... to never get the chance
To do what you regret.
The sting of indifference,
Brings far more pain than hate
It hurts far worse knowing
You’re unworthy of complaints
The most painful of all things:
Romantic demise
Immersion into fantasies,
Should loneliness arise.
But in that melancholic darkness,
Strive to understand,
Someone else met this fate,
By the lovelorn’s own hand
Though pain from unrequited love
Undoubtedly immense,
Imagine the guilt coming from
Destroying confidence
Driving them to desperation,
You know as your home,
Exposing them to that dolor,
The state we call Alone.
Swirling inside the storm,
Entrenched in misery,
Never see it from the other side,
Shroud it all in mystery
Those the Rejected cast aside,
Endure their own pain,
We see, yet don’t see them,
Their feelings took in vain
Perhaps one day, the Lovelorn and
The lovelorned by the Lovelorn,
Will find someone to bond with them,
Their hearts no longer torn.
YOU ARE READING
Romantically Incorrect
PoetryBorn, raised, and currently living in Detroit, Michigan, Morgan Coby is a combination of many different things around him: the gritty realities of the city where he dwells, and the wondrous idealism from the fictional worlds of stories, cartoons, an...
