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limerence— impact

Unrequited love is a little death

By Sam Desir-SpinelliPublished 2 years ago Updated 2 years ago 2 min read
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limerence— impact
Photo by Andrew Coop on Unsplash

Real love is pretty cool but it’s never been fast

Real love takes a hard, long time

so you said

Soulmates were bullshit

they didn’t exist

love at first sight only worked on idiots

so you said

then your eyes proved you a liar

the second you saw them your heart totally burst

your lips were bones in the desert

you were aching

with pain and with thirst

i can’t breath

so you said

hang in there

drums beat doom doom doom

they overflowed and spilled out of your head

something was smoldering hot

you could smell it in the air

did the smoke mean love— or burned rubber?

you looked in their eyes and tried to remember why you were there

Where?

they were all there ever was

you’re so pretty

so you said

their face was bent, eyes so wide

fullest rawest truest beauty

Perfection

you couldn’t help but fall madly in love

but panic welled up inside

would they love you?

I can’t breath

so you said

hang in there

they squeezed your heart in their hands

you could barely stand

Wait.

what about your legs?

where were they?

you strained and craned and looked down at your toes, they were there alright

Odd that you could not feel them

But

there THEY were, flickering in the light

they told you to lie still and then they squeezed your heart again

so beautiful!

they were so….

Soulmates were bullshit

they didn’t exist

love at first sight only worked on idiots

but wow!

their lips

what you wouldn’t give for a kiss

you decided then and there, you’d spend your life with them and die happy

but even as you swam in those glimmering eyes

they started to fade

or you did

their eyes

their face

shrinking away

I LOVE YOU

so you said

every ache of you needed to hear it too

as they receded a dark night washed in to fill the void

unrequited

you couldn’t breath

hang in there

you could only weep

the world-lens dimmed your capillaries went dark

and you wondered at the gloom aching plain in the sky overhead

it seemed sad like you

but what could a sky feel

Indifferent

there you lay on the lonely roadside, wrecked, totaled, and sorely ignored

and the trees yawned

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About the Creator

Sam Desir-Spinelli

I consider myself a "christian absurdist" and an anticapitalist-- also I'm part of a mixed race family.

I'll be writing: non fiction about what all that means.

I'll also be writing: fictional absurdism with a dose of horror.

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