Act III: Non-reciprocal Love Story
i met her then.
broken in body and spirit
and she was so...
just so much all at once
she was fucked up too
and i didn't fucking care
maybe a half dozen dates tops
i realized that
i could fall in love
so naturally, i did
and in the midst of
my mold-induced agony
i would latch on
warmth, shape, form
together in my room
and then in hers
we had tea
chatted
got fucked up
and then it was
an euphoric blur
that i simply
could not forget
as i walked home
that warm spring night
fuck.
i really did love her
so it hurt all the more
when she told me
she was getting back together
with her ex
and that was it.
we never had a 3rd time
toghether
and i was left
heartbroken, for the first time
in my life
and when combined with the pain
from the mold
i simply just... broke.
my labor and love, unrequited