For a Love I Could Never Know
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pr0f_sn00dl3Unfortunately for me, I have accumulated a deep and extremely one-sided love for my childhood best friend, and it is ever growing (like a snowball if you will). Since she will only ever think of me as a friend, I have found myself writing poetry of her any chance I could get. This one is my favorite and was written in an English class not too long ago. I call it "Flight for Two."
*****
Today my best friend captivates
the audience seated before her.
Today my best friend hypnotizes
with the melody from her heart.
Today my best friend radiates
warmth into the air around her.
Today my best friend sings
to the world a work of art.
~
Sons and daughters,
lovers and friends,
neighbors and the like
watch in anticipation
her final serenade.
Their breaths catch in their throats,
their bodies start to shake,
but no one can see
the teardrop running
down her porcelain face.
She carries them away
on every note
like the angel of death
drawing out the souls of the deceased,
and they cannot help
but to be struck with awe
as she sways from back to forth.
~
Concluding with a bow,
applause filling the room,
she chooses to look at no one,
no one but me.
In this moment,
we are alone,
floating through the blackened space of familiarity,
entwined only by our shared gaze.
Her wings,
once again,
protrude from her back
and protect us from
the strange,
cruel
world.
~
I can't hear it,
but it's there,
the word she tries to speak.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!
She is a golden bird
caged by the attention,
but I do not have the key.
She hopes for freedom,
fears the confinement,
but in her hold she stays.
So she turns her head,
and we fall to earth,
and that is the last
I see
of my best friend.
~
We strayed away
like different planets,
her's that orbits heaven
and mine that orbits hell.
Nowadays, I float misguided,
an astronaut without a tether,
a ship without a port.
She was my muse,
my Juliet,
but poisoned my heart has become.
It begs for her comfort,
her melody,
to taste the kiss of death.
But I am but a living corpse
wandering the pits of the unknown,
neither dead nor alive,
but sometimes,
just sometimes,
I look up and I can see
a twinkle in the stars
and hear crowds cheer her name.
~
One day she will return,
I know it.
She will be free,
I know it.
We will be together again,
I know it,
and live forevermore.
*****
Today my best friend captivates
the audience seated before her.
Today my best friend hypnotizes
with the melody from her heart.
Today my best friend radiates
warmth into the air around her.
Today my best friend sings
to the world a work of art.
~
Sons and daughters,
lovers and friends,
neighbors and the like
watch in anticipation
her final serenade.
Their breaths catch in their throats,
their bodies start to shake,
but no one can see
the teardrop running
down her porcelain face.
She carries them away
on every note
like the angel of death
drawing out the souls of the deceased,
and they cannot help
but to be struck with awe
as she sways from back to forth.
~
Concluding with a bow,
applause filling the room,
she chooses to look at no one,
no one but me.
In this moment,
we are alone,
floating through the blackened space of familiarity,
entwined only by our shared gaze.
Her wings,
once again,
protrude from her back
and protect us from
the strange,
cruel
world.
~
I can't hear it,
but it's there,
the word she tries to speak.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦!
She is a golden bird
caged by the attention,
but I do not have the key.
She hopes for freedom,
fears the confinement,
but in her hold she stays.
So she turns her head,
and we fall to earth,
and that is the last
I see
of my best friend.
~
We strayed away
like different planets,
her's that orbits heaven
and mine that orbits hell.
Nowadays, I float misguided,
an astronaut without a tether,
a ship without a port.
She was my muse,
my Juliet,
but poisoned my heart has become.
It begs for her comfort,
her melody,
to taste the kiss of death.
But I am but a living corpse
wandering the pits of the unknown,
neither dead nor alive,
but sometimes,
just sometimes,
I look up and I can see
a twinkle in the stars
and hear crowds cheer her name.
~
One day she will return,
I know it.
She will be free,
I know it.
We will be together again,
I know it,
and live forevermore.
