Love in Hexasyllables IX: Regret
Oft I hesitated
Because I was afraid -
I still am - to unpick
The threads of our friendship
And weave a tale for two.
I could learn to hate you.
After all, what is hate
But an excess of love
Gone sour in someone’s mouth?
Yet I was, and still am,
Weak. For why else would I
Allow myself to love
You, the very person
I could not have? Foolish,
To believe the movies
And dream of fairytale
Endings. Those are for kids
Who still retain their trust,
Have faith in pixie dust.
So what use is naming
The aspects of that which
Was not, is not, will not
Be mine? For if you love
Not me, why then cherish
A love unrequited?
Because I was afraid -
I still am - to unpick
The threads of our friendship
And weave a tale for two.
I could learn to hate you.
After all, what is hate
But an excess of love
Gone sour in someone’s mouth?
Yet I was, and still am,
Weak. For why else would I
Allow myself to love
You, the very person
I could not have? Foolish,
To believe the movies
And dream of fairytale
Endings. Those are for kids
Who still retain their trust,
Have faith in pixie dust.
So what use is naming
The aspects of that which
Was not, is not, will not
Be mine? For if you love
Not me, why then cherish
A love unrequited?