Love Hell | The Bluest Eye

 

Going in

I knew

it was

Hopeless.

yet I hope(d) and my heart

went in recklessly —

a kamikaze jackass,

a hero of unrequited

love hell-

bent on

on breaking itself

time after time

and time aqain.

 

I knew that we

(there is no we except

in my imagination)

would never be us —

that the bluest eyes

ever

would never look at me

(only through, around, over and past)

and see me 

the me I wanted them to see;

no way

would I ever be anything but

a muted commercial during

the pee-break of

your Hallmark Channel movie; that

the love song on

the tip of your tongue

perpetually

forming on your lips

would never be

me;

that the one

and only on your

mind,

in your heartbeat

is another pair of blue eyes,

that I

am the occasional

afterthought, usually

the un-thought.

 

After years of hanging

on to nothing,

Still,

the story of my life

begins and ends

with

the bluest eyes

ever.

 

 

SusanWritesPrecise
listovative.com

 

Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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