Intoxicated by your fragrance
Entranced by your radiance
Unique; you are blind to your own brilliance
Lovely, humble, shy
Skin that makes me cry
You are the one I still adore
Remember when you've cast me aside?
Did you know in your oblivion
You've left me poisoned to my core?
So I kept your bulbs locked away.
Tucked away in a jar
Time passes, but yet you still
haunt me when I look at you from afar
Poison faded away, but the stain still remained
Leave me addicted to the scars
And every night I pray,
"Move along."
Love for you kept me in bars.
But my dear, you are not the one to blame
It is me who is ashamed.
for when a heart is a volcano, flowers can't bloom
so I send you silent shouts at the moon
To you, I'm your five months of fall, but did you know
you're my four seasons of Spring?
Revisited. Revived.
March is here, and I still wait for the day you bloom.
As my love for you, still looms.
Why daffodils, you may wonder? Daffodils can not be placed beside a mixed bouquet because of its toxic bulbs, it may **** off other flowers. This poem serves to illustrate the toxicity of an unrequited love. How un reciprocated feelings can pull you apart, poisons your perception of love, and ultimately leaves you alone with a feeling of isolation. But somehow, we can't stop hoping. Believing that the next time around we reclaim that love. It's a vicious cycle.