What shall be done
with a heart so bewildered;
when obtuse pain gnaws slowly
away at its edges?
So many crossed signals
of affection, of rejection abound,
fibrillation quivering the
tendrils of feelings
left inside
What shall be done
to revive a soul so lacking;
when love's oxygen is withheld,
not a breath to be had?
Until the currents
of requited adoration feed life
into my dying emotions
I'll remain in suspended
animation, just waiting
for returned love to
resuscitate me…