Love is impatience
Unraveling the soul
In a fit of pique
Pious underneath
Settling into life
Frayed at the seams
So unrequited
Like a stolen moment
And carbon tears
Twisted into steel
This hard emotion
Fashioned in acid
A small death
Calling itself love
But killing just the same
In moments like these
When hate flows in waves
Over the memory
Of a love that never was.
Sam
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