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An Angel’s Sting
One-Sided
Your scent of perfume
fills my empty room,
Leaving me senseless
from fragrances of
unconfined “beauty”.
Enamored by your
angelic voice, you
soothe my delusion
of being with you.
A Simple Question
Distress trembles beneath my soul,
eyes dart from discrete things.
Time feels short, leaving a hole
in feelings that dreaded my poor being.
Apprehension fills my anxious lungs—
crowding their ability to breathe,
as the reality of being in love with her
starts to misperceive my once pure delusion.
Mindlessly, limbs feel weak,
leaving the body powerless.
My false impression of her begins to sneak,
abandoning the soul that was priceless.
If only she could acknowledge me,
my fear wouldn’t be my oppressor.
Will she ever find intimacy in me?
Rejection
My mind wrestles with the thought,
of truly being with her.
Her soothing voice gives comfort
while shattering my heart into pieces.
I still crave her angelic being, but
her jarring words haunt my core.
Numb
My body feels normal as my head sways,
thoughts flicker like lights in a room.
My stomach yearns to be set free
from lilac butterflies fluttering around.
My heart speaks, begging for nourishment,
but it does not know,
her divine presence isn’t sufficient.
Sleep becomes hypothetical,
as being wide-awake becomes reality.
I dream of her while she sleeps
without the thought of me.
Existing
She seems like a dream to me, her presence captivating me. Her voice stops me, making my body change its course. I disconnect from reality, dreaming about the way she looks at me, as my nerves shift to gentle butterflies deep down in my core. Her perfume takes over like a drug, my mind craves her aroma. I glance at her, praying she looks back, but her smile slips off at the sight of me. She walks oblivious, never thinking of me. Why exist if I don’t exist to her?
Angel
her angelic voice
cuts me deep
but the angel
remains perfect
in my somber mind.
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My name is Genesis Hayes, and I’m a high school senior from Connecticut. I’ve attached 5 poems that all correlate to each other but can be read separately. I was inspired by the theme of one sided love, and created a series of poems and a prose poem to illustrate this feeling.
Thanks in advance for your feedback.
Sincerely,
Genesis Hayes