Imagine My Shame

I wanted to write poetry for you, but Knowing you weren’t deserving I refrained. And yet as I write I’ve done Everything but scribble your name. Imagine my shame. I strive to fame The love we gained Through pain And strain yet You remain Callous. Imagine my shame. Main topic. Same conclusion. An illusion is our love. Confusing how what was Once blessed has Progressed into nothingness. Remembering when your mere Hug, mere kiss would incite Shivers, how you’d deliver an electricity so sick to me It’d take my energy. So poetic The force, so magnetic Of course. Yet Pathetic. Like art should have been Our love, a mosaic of Fireworks, lightening Stars, how prosaic, how Day to day we’ve become. We are one and 2 We should be 2 as one. The lines of my stanza Were drawn when my Poetry became too beautiful To describe you.