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.
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(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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