Unrequited: A Dirge

Artwork: Dopo la Fine - Margherita Manzelli, 2008

my love:

forgive me
for loving
you.

i dread
your hate,
your rage
at finding
out.

i have
no beauty
you could
take pride
in.

i have
no wit,
no glitter,
no glamour
to mask
my flaws.

i have
naught
but the
hate,
the contempt
of my
foes -
and there
are many
of them -

who would
want me
anyway?

i tire
of weeping
but what
can i
do?

i am
nobody.

i do
not
matter.

least of
all,
to
you.

and yet,
you
mean more
to me
than
anything
and
everything
in this
world.

if i
killed
myself
maybe...

...just
maybe...

it would
make
you
happy.