The futility of my love for you
is that I can never ever
have it, or have you
The tragic flaw
Is that I can never admit
That I love you or want you
Because of all these horrid
emo' baggage I carry
The baggage of sorrow
The baggage of loss
The burdens of my guilt
My filial piety
And soon,
A gunshot to the heart
Is all I'll ever need
To exhibit to the world
The death inside
Anne Varghese (2005)
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