The Real Thing

Moving slowly through the darkness

You always keep me in,

I try, in vain, to touch

The halo of love that encircles you,

My love, whose depth I wish you would contemplate -

My love, whose fate I know nothing of;

My very existence is turbulent. This unrest

I do not want.

Trying to overcome this feeling

Of living on the edge of nothingness,

I attempt, in futility, to fill

The void within me with

Hot tears and heavy sighs.

The hours kill me softly as I

Try to kill the minutes. This emptiness

I do not want.

Waiting for you to stop and realise

How much I love you,

I watch as you continue

To play and strategize;

You do not want to lose.

If only you would see that we can both win

The love of each other. These games

I do not want.

Questioning myself all the time,

I do not doubt my love for you,

But I wonder whether I did right by expressing it.

Everything was perfect until you knew

And then the image of requited love

Suddenly vanished, bringing in its wake

A sense of painful reality, which you created. This hurt

I do not want...

I want real love,

Not a vision...

I want steady love,

Not uncertainty...

And if you cannot give it to me, then I want

Nothing at all.