Unborn Passion
I owe you so much....
My debt is defined ...as the love you’ve missed out on...
...of the kisses that have never reached your lips.
Yet... how could I possibly forget you,
knowing that I’ve never had you?
... And how am I capable of detaching myself from you,
when yet we are so far away?
I wish that my absence... evolve into the relief of your life.
Disguise your sorrows with grins of wisdom...
...wisdom as your proof that you may attempt retaliation.
Perceive it... Feel abomination for that individual who has wrought you
nothing less of despair.
Yet, instead... you chose yourself....
...because of him.
“Why must everyone choose this as an option for alleviation?!”
You’ve pulled it...
“Can’t you see that my brother attempted the same!?”
My illuminating stars were eradicated with a simple action,
yet... with no generous motive.
... All triggered by his desires.
I should have been there
to wipe unnecessary liquid form your soaked face.
I should have known
that he’s conquered every bowel of your heart.
...You could have loved me...
If only you knew I’ve existed.
... Instead you chose him.
My soul lies in repent...
of the things I’ve never done with you...
...counting the void number of the “I love you’s” you’ve heard of me.
Perhaps it was not destined.
It hurts me today that you’ve lost all will...
...because of him.
I pray to the gods
that they offer you a hand of mercy;
Wrap around her a blanket to console her frigid, departing heart.
...Allow them to be your saviors
of your heart...
I would sacrifice my life to see that your wounds be healed...
...because of that wretched being
that cursed you the failed endeavor of death.
That person... was me.
You will know how much I love you...
...if you see me crying for you. | 