#intelligent - Hello Poetry

Oh, my ruinous, one-sided love— What a restless, ungrateful, unwavering mind I drag through the days, summoning unattainable, unrelenting visions of you in the quiet hours where hope goes to die. Even sleep turns traitor, dragging me through unaddressed, unadvised dreams— each one another blade with your name etched into its edge. And still, I carry this consumed, unconditional, unfulfilled heart— a heart that insists on dancing for you alone, though it was never invited, never wanted, and punished every time it tries. Why do my insides refuse obedience? Why do they cling to your ghost, keeping your essence alive within me as if madness were their purpose? My mind replays the sweet sound of your laughter. My heart beats in rhythm with every breath you take, as though it belongs to you. My eyes close to escape you— yet again I am betrayed, forced to see you where you are not. My ears echo only your voice. My nose, traitorous, breathes your scent long after you're gone. My mouth whispers praises of you, offering counsel for your troubled loves, as if its only wish is to speak your name instead of kissing you the way no one else can. My skin burns with wanting you; no touch feels complete without the ache of yours. Even my bones—those actors, those liars— pretend they do not tremble in your presence, pretend they alone keep me upright so I do not collapse beneath this maladaptive love I cannot seem to shed. So please— for whatever scraps of sanity remain— leave me. Erase yourself from the corridors of my memory and my senses, so I may crawl away from this unbearable, unrequited love that devours me. You have woven yourself into an impossible knot beneath my ribs— tangled into sinew, thought, and breath, cutting, hurting, breaking, bleeding me, as if wrought from barbed wire and longing. What a merciless, exquisite torment you have become— a masterpiece of pain wearing the face I love. And now, with an unwilling mind and an unsound heart, I begin the slow, necessary, brutal, tender labor of detangling you from the deepest, most foolish parts of my soul— the parts that whisper your name even as I bleed you out and try to replace you. Get out of me, shadow—be gone. I beg, I plead with this uncaring body— let me live in loneliness; I think it would be kinder than feeling this. I refuse to be haunted by my one-sided love for you, woman— the woman I am destined never to have, no matter how fiercely my body and soul yearn. I must learn how to expel you from me— manually pry you out, if I must. I am tired. Drained. And I have finally reached the point where I am the one who no longer wants you. If my pain has gone unseen, if my devotion has remained untouched, then you have not paid me the love and attention I freely gave. It has derailed me long enough. I deserve to be loved and cared for with equal passion. So I resign— from this unreciprocated torment my body clung to far too long. I begin, at last, the slow unbinding of you, the careful untangling of shadow from sinew, leaving behind only the hollow echo of your absence.

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC

ISR

The Impossible Knot

Oh, my ruinous, one-sided love— What a restless, ungrateful, unwavering mind I drag through the days, summoning unattainable, unrelenting visions of you in the quiet hours where hope goes to die. Even sleep turns traitor, dragging me through unaddressed, unadvised dreams— each one another blade with your name etched into its edge. And still, I carry this consumed, unconditional, unfulfilled heart— a heart that insists on dancing for you alone, though it was never invited, never wanted, and punished every time it tries. Why do my insides refuse obedience? Why do they cling to your ghost, keeping your essence alive within me as if madness were their purpose? My mind replays the sweet sound of your laughter. My heart beats in rhythm with every breath you take, as though it belongs to you. My eyes close to escape you— yet again I am betrayed, forced to see you where you are not. My ears echo only your voice. My nose, traitorous, breathes your scent long after you're gone. My mouth whispers praises of you, offering counsel for your troubled loves, as if its only wish is to speak your name instead of kissing you the way no one else can. My skin burns with wanting you; no touch feels complete without the ache of yours. Even my bones—those actors, those liars— pretend they do not tremble in your presence, pretend they alone keep me upright so I do not collapse beneath this maladaptive love I cannot seem to shed. So please— for whatever scraps of sanity remain— leave me. Erase yourself from the corridors of my memory and my senses, so I may crawl away from this unbearable, unrequited love that devours me. You have woven yourself into an impossible knot beneath my ribs— tangled into sinew, thought, and breath, cutting, hurting, breaking, bleeding me, as if wrought from barbed wire and longing. What a merciless, exquisite torment you have become— a masterpiece of pain wearing the face I love. And now, with an unwilling mind and an unsound heart, I begin the slow, necessary, brutal, tender labor of detangling you from the deepest, most foolish parts of my soul— the parts that whisper your name even as I bleed you out and try to replace you. Get out of me, shadow—be gone. I beg, I plead with this uncaring body— let me live in loneliness; I think it would be kinder than feeling this. I refuse to be haunted by my one-sided love for you, woman— the woman I am destined never to have, no matter how fiercely my body and soul yearn. I must learn how to expel you from me— manually pry you out, if I must. I am tired. Drained. And I have finally reached the point where I am the one who no longer wants you. If my pain has gone unseen, if my devotion has remained untouched, then you have not paid me the love and attention I freely gave. It has derailed me long enough. I deserve to be loved and cared for with equal passion. So I resign— from this unreciprocated torment my body clung to far too long. I begin, at last, the slow unbinding of you, the careful untangling of shadow from sinew, leaving behind only the hollow echo of your absence.