
I know you loved the way I felt about you to you, my love was your elixir and I gave it completely never suspecting it was unrequited my love inspired you until you knew that it was real and began your slow escape wicked thing, friendship nurtured to grow until it caps out and is taken away entrenched in a sea of questions I was never more broken I rested on my fragility and tried to understand your affirmations stood on empty words charitable, simply for charity’s sake veiling your ultimate intent until they eventually disappeared but they were not erased I live with them still in each waxing and waning of the moon so full to bursting with hopeful dreams only to fade away and return, bereft, offering nothing my love was your elixir until it wasn't but you with your sweet words, your thoughtful tenderness and your eventual, unfathomable silence you've both enthralled and forsaken me for everything it represents you will always be my moon. * (c) Dahlia Ramone: January, 2014 (revised December 26, 2021)

Love this, as always made me feel something…sharp and broken and bit painful…yet still beautiful and necessary.
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