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Opportunistic Infection (Love-Ridden)
by Aaron BlairI should have never loved you,
but I did. Even when there was
nothing left to learn, no vein
left unturned, no quiet mysteries.
I've spent many nights, bent,
and howling, under a pregnant
moon, waiting for you to want me
as much as I wanted you, or at
least to like the heart of me
as much as you liked the pain
that I caused, but you didn't.
You covered my bite marks
as soon as I left them, and
you never opened up, only
going through the motions
of passion, as though you
were trying to convince even
yourself. Lying to your own
insides, those greatest fools.
I'm ridden with it, love of my
life, so I'll die with it, my only
regret being that I never managed
to pass the disease on to you. 12/16/2003 Author's Note: I always suspect that those I love don't love me back. And there's no reason why I shouldn't.
Posted on 12/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 12/17/03 at 01:10 AM hmm... a little different spin on unrequited love. I don't think I've ever known it to be described as a disease. Quite interesting.
*btw.. someone read you're new poem =)* |
| Posted by Lindsay Sanders on 12/17/03 at 03:10 AM i like this very much. you've captured the feeling of unrequited love in a beautiful and unique way. i can feel your pain, because i always think those i love don't love me back either. such a wonderfully woven poem aaron. great job. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/19/03 at 09:59 PM Knowing you, and knowing him a little, and knowing something of the story, I'm left with solid admiration for your telling of it. |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 12/19/03 at 10:20 PM very moving.. especially the second verse which brings the scene to vibrant but bleak life. |
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