The worst you could do to me
Is look away when I smile in your direction
For the loss of lust is a fact
I could eventually accept
(bear)
But I could accept this possibility
(probability)
Only if I were ensured
The continuation of any semblance of friendship we
(I)
have created;
As without your existence in my slowly expanding world
(lonely)
I would suffer silently
(immeasurably)
Taught a lesson I myself have taught many before
Without understanding the fruitlessness
One’s virtual Death
Can inflict.
You will never be dead to me,
Even when your eyes roll at the sight of me
When you merely tolerate my presence, rather than
Relish in it
When I am dead to you
You will endure in my mind
As a remnant to remind me
Of how a single soul
Can melt another into Madness
(Oblivion)
without affecting itself At All
And maybe it will harden me
when I am dead to you
or maybe it will have warmed my cold hands
and made my fingers
(lips)
more delicate,
For I will know what it is
to have one’s heart Broken.
Reason for writing:
It happened. I wrote it during the summer, and by September, that worst possibility came true. and being ignored is more painful than being hated.
Birth sign: Libra
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