Written While drunk at 3am

poem by: James Waide
Written on Mar 19, 2017

The intense distraction of my febrile heart
trapped me into love.

Now two years after the addiction started
and you wouldn’t satisfy my need
you appear in my tinder feed
like another face in a stream of shallow filters
and poses and selfie smiles

but the narrowing of my veins
and the quickening of my pulse
is a sign that the vulgar convulsions
of emotion reserved for your coldness
had never departed.

I’m so lucky to feel unrequited,
lest we fuck and i realise I wouldn't like it.

 

Tags: sad, love, humor, depressing, pain,

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Frank byrne commented:
Why so crude?.....?..

 

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