teach me, please,
to free myself from
the vital need to breathe
my next breath
and perhaps then i can
,at last, afford to entertain hope
my mind will find something new
to occupy itself with be-
sides constant thoughts of you
and what we never were to begin with
Unrequited love? every teens dilemma - we are either the infatuated or the object of the infatuation.
I haven’t been a teenager for more than a decade and a half now. This is one among a number of poems written on the subject of how hard it is to move on --even when you desperately want to and know that it’s the healthiest for you-- when a relationship with someone in whom you held profound affection ends abruptly with no satisfying closure. This is not about unrequited ‘puppy’ love – though I know you meant well.
–Nels.
Unrequited love is unrequited love: whether it be teen or adult - I remember it being more prolific during college years, and it knew not discrimination… I meant no offense, lhw!
I didn’t exactly take offense – just felt some clarification was in order. What I think I was trying to get across thru this poem is the self-torture one goes thru being stuck in the grief cycle while not completing it, trying to let go of someone who’s moved on and doing some moving on themself as well but can’t seem to.
In more civil tones, thnx for the feedback
–lhw
…that definitely came across in the poem, and the beauty of it is: is that any gender or race can relate to it’s sentiment.
Thank you for sharing 