Star-Crossed
(A poem of unrequited love)
I loathe his arrogant rays,
The way he warms and illuminates the dwellers of our world. Whilst I spin in darkness,
Nothing but a reflection of his greatness.
I hate his charm,
The protection his daylight brings.
Whilst people relish in the hours he marks,
I remain shaded in a sky of stars.
I fear his rejection.
That in the singular moment that we do pass;
He doesn’t even spare me a second glance,
Least not the way I do him.
Most of all,
I despise the fact that I mistake loathe for envy, hate for admiration, And fear for love.
As what else is the Moon to the Sun,
Than a dulled mirror amongst a star flecked sky.
By Katie Nnamdi
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