limerence— impact
Unrequited love is a little death
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
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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