I'm sorry for all the years of
misinterpreted body language.
Please excuse my hopeless
ideology of unrequited love
that I draped over you like
a tattered blanket.

Like a veil, a cloak
so bright and so romantic
I forgot you were underneath it.
I do not have permission
to get to know you.
There is no room in your life
for anyone else. You have
it all. Where did I
go wrong? Sitting alone in the
one bedroom apartment of my mind.
Staring at strangers.
Gawking at ghosts. Creating an
entire lifetime narrative
for someone who I'll
never know.

I will repress your rejection
I'll erase it from my work
of fiction.
Your picture will hang
on my lonely white wall
next to the other princes and
kings, all chivalrous, all beautiful
illusions who loved me.