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To my Unrequited Love,

I hate myself for loving you.

Your image relentlessly haunts my mind;
The taunting ghost of your crushing rejection.

I see you crying.
I want so badly just to hold you;
To hold you forever and make everything all right.
Yet the reality of your rejection sits heavy
Like a cancer in the the depths of my chest,
Stretching my heart infinitely:
A black hole draining every ounce of energy and happiness from my soul.

I feel like I am drowning in a sea with no horizon;
There is nothing I can do.
I have lost control.
Weak. Pathetic. Worthless.
It's no wonder I'm not good enough for you.

You cry, yet what could you possibly know of
Pain and misery and self-loathing?
Can you even comprehend the misery your oblivious torture inflicts
Upon every wretched moment of my Godforsaken life?

I should hate you for what you do to me,
And yet I would willingly give myself to you forever
For just one sweet kiss from your perfect lips.
I love you utterly; I would die for you,
And yet without you I'm already dead.

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I had become pretty unhappy with my first effort at this concept, so I stripped it down, resized it, then completely repainted it. I opted to leave out much of the unnecessary muddle from my first effort; I hope this seems more refined and focussed. I tweaked the poem as well. It all seems rather melodramatic and I can't really relate to it now, but it was written to accompany this piece, and so is included here.

The first incarnation can be found in my scraps.

Thanku for looking

Description
To my Unrequited Love,

I hate myself for loving you.

Your image relentlessly haunts my mind;
The taunting ghost of your crushing rejection.

I see you crying.
I want so badly just to hold you;
To hold you forever and make everything all right.
Yet the reality of your rejection sits heavy
Like a cancer in the the depths of my chest,
Stretching my heart infinitely:
A black hole draining every ounce of energy and happiness from my soul.

I feel like I am drowning in a sea with no horizon;
There is nothing I can do.
I have lost control.
Weak. Pathetic. Worthless.
It's no wonder I'm not good enough for you.

You cry, yet what could you possibly know of
Pain and misery and self-loathing?
Can you even comprehend the misery your oblivious torture inflicts
Upon every wretched moment of my Godforsaken life?

I should hate you for what you do to me,
And yet I would willingly give myself to you forever
For just one sweet kiss from your perfect lips.
I love you utterly; I would die for you,
And yet without you I'm already dead.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

I had become pretty unhappy with my first effort at this concept, so I stripped it down, resized it, then completely repainted it. I opted to leave out much of the unnecessary muddle from my first effort; I hope this seems more refined and focussed. I tweaked the poem as well. It all seems rather melodramatic and I can't really relate to it now, but it was written to accompany this piece, and so is included here.

The first incarnation can be found in my scraps.

Thanku for looking