Pain

The pain of unreciprocated love
Is something that everyone knows once and
Fits this deep wounded soul just like a glove,
Holding the pierced heart in the bleeding hand.
In the end we all have to choose to die
Or find someone else we can crucify,
Forget your gender and render the sky
A new colour in your burgeoning eye —
You can live, just remember how to try,
Shrug off death and don’t ever eat the lie:
We must try to free the pigs from the sty,
Seek out and capture, and shoot down the spy.
We want to stop your pain but not to pry,
We try to understand but you ask, why?

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One Response

  1. Interesting change in rhyme structure after those first four lines.

    “Or find someone else we can crucify,”
    I’m curious: to love someone [new] is to crucify them? Or to go off and make someone else fall in love with you and not reciprocate it [misdirected revenge] is what’s meant by crucify?

    “Forget your gender and render the sky
    A new colour in your burgeoning eye” – I like this couplet a lot; to coin a reviewer cliche…it speaks to me.

    Good write. The rhythm is surprisingly jaunty, considering the content and sentiment.

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