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Like the earth that shakes from pressure,
Faults it cannot contain,
I feel the tremble from forces unseen,
Feelings of love not returned.

From the depths of my heart and the thirst of my blood
To the stars in the skies above,
I feel the tremor in your hurting soul.
It’s you who I dearly love.

You ask for questions not answers
And plead a single thought.
You say you cannot distinguish
The moments we long ago lost.

As I know I love you dearly
But cannot change my ways.
I wish you could stay forever with me
And never feel your pain.

I fear you won’t remember me
Fifty years from now,
But I’ll be thinking of you,
As the trees grow old and die.

Please recall my features,
Remember my voice and mind,
For certain we will meet again
In another place and time.
The poem compares unreturned love to an earthquake.  I admit I have never seen that comparison before.  The twist in the story is the person not returning the love is the speaker and they are sensing it in the other person.  Though the speaker loves the other person emmensely they are unable or unwilling to change to meet the needs of the other person.  The love of the speaker for the other person is shown in the final two stanzas which call out an enduring remembrance and a hope that their paths will cross agains.  Maybe this is just the story of two persons meant for each other, but the timing is not right?
Jessica Bozie Apr 2021
He was never mine to begin with
Except I'd always thought love for me,
would come with road trips and hand in hand walks on the beach,
And maybe, boat rides.

All these happened,
out of the context of love.

I know me well enough to know what love would feel like,
Thing is, we're not lovers.
How do I feel all these things in the warmness of his touch and overpowering hugs?

How are we almost Lovers and yet one hundred percent just friends?
Carolyne McNabb Aug 2016
I jammed my gun on purpose-
I just needed you to notice me, and how I hurt.

I knew the knife was too dull-
I just wanted to feel beautiful.

I knew the pills would only make me sick-
I just wanted someone to help me through all this ****.

I knew the rope wasn't strong enough-
I just wanted to feel stronger for once.

I knew you would give up on me one day-
I just had one last thing to say:

I'm unjamming my gun because I'm finally unhinged.
I'm going to sharpen my knife to cut like your words.
I'm looking for the right meds to swallow and hold it in.
I'm buying stronger rope because I'm tired of this curse.

Before my chair tips over, I'll say this once:
I loved you.
I would die for you.
That's exactly what I plan to do.
You'll never have to hear me cry or console me again.
*Goodbye, my run-away friend.

— The End —