YOU GUYS. I'M ALIVE!
Okay, okay. In all seriousness, this was a spur of the moment thing.
This teeny, tiny, insignificant little piece was something I wrote for cathartic purposes. The thoughts expressed in this poem are sincere. Won't say they're the best I've ever written but while writing this for me, Curly took over.
Curly is a "twisted little freak," of course, but other than Helga, Curly is certainly a character I can relate with. Like him, I was the eccentric, awkward one in school and like him, I've had a long lasting unrequited love situation that's plagued me since I was a preteen. This was the inspiration behind this tragic little mess lol.
This is Curly's scribble as he struggles to move past the torture of his unrequited love for Rhondaloid.
Hope you guys like it!
Damn it.
Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT.
Damn the day I met you.
Damn the day we crossed paths.
Damn the day my beat became irregular with your every step.
Damn that smile that gifted precocious hypertension.
Every contour of your face haunts me in my sweetest nightmares.
The swishes and turns of your jet black hair are ingrained in my memory.
Every word you said,
Whether cruel or kind,
Echoes in the recesses of my disturbed mind.
Why?
Why did it have to be you?
Never was it requited,
Nor was there ever hope of such a prospect.
But still…
Well over a decade passed since this illness began
And no cure to be found.
No chemo to fight the tumor.
No insulin to make your sugar bitter.
No pill to suppress the ache.
After years of isolation, my mission became apparent.
Pray it away.
I implored that He and His saints would lend an ear and hear my plea.
I want out.
Who I'm meant to be with musn't suffer my heart's disloyalty.
I will move forward.
I have to.
But buried deep, the terrorist question remains:
What if I can't?
Sorry... this is all I've got. I'm not much of a poet so legit poets, be gentle with me. I'm sensitive lol.
R&R's are always welcome! God bless! :)
