An Unrequited Something Or Other

To the one I admire the most; may you never find out that I love you Oh, and a note for my audience: I know the subject of romantic angst has been exhausted, but nevertheless I need to get this off of my chest and what better way than to attempt some w

 When you're running away from the spotlight,

I wish you'd take me with you.

At least, you know, I'm pretty well hidden.

Your irreverence and wit are so thrilling

Countless others would love to know you well

 

You're an enigma wrapped in kindness,

Sprinkled with sarcasm, and dipped into an overflowing fondu pot of way out of my league

Your sick humor is about the only thing that has

made me feel well again. 

I'm wonderfully demented too my love

Let's not forget that in the beginning of this stanza I sounded not unlike Jeffery Dahmer

At least, I haven't basted anyone yet

 

As everyone clamors,

Trying desperately to figure you out

My greatest gift is that

I can see right through you 

And every guard put up against the malicious masses

Is one that we share

I wonder...

can you see me too?

What's my good side?

 

No jokes from the peanut gallery please,

But your friendship has saved my sanity

Our symbiotic dysfuntions

Have merged to

Create the most hauntingly beautiful

Thing I've ever known

Who would dare ruin it with words like

I Love You?

 

 

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

okay, but let's just keep this our secret, shall we...

[Phibby Venable]

this is wonderful!
As everyone clamors,

Trying desperately to figure you out

My greatest gift is that

I can see right through you

Those lines bring it all together for me. You have an enigma and you are one yourself, so you can both identify easily, but can you risk love?
Excellent writing.

[Jeff Brown]

You can't exhaust the subject of romantic angst until the subject of romance itself has been exhausted in all of humanity--and it hasn't. I like the unusual perspective that you offer on the matter, anyway, and am generally impressed. I think there's a big difference between the smooth feel of the first two stanzas and the third, but other than a suggestion of rethinking the metre, I have no critical comments. Bravo.