I sit cooking in a cauldron of frustration
At the thought
That I will never have you.
I keep digging, and digging,
And all I find is a rock
What garden do I imagine to landscape?
Why won’t this hopeless love just die?
I toss and turn in my sweat-socked bed
Burning with unrequited desire
Going mad, insane, crazy, round the bend, going nuts:
Yet you sleep soundly, unbothered.
Why this curse? Oh wretched love, why did you ever come?
When I express my soul to you,
You freak
Turn away. Is my love too much?
Then you built this wall with solid bricks of disbelief.
And now I punch hard with my fist
To make a window.
