Amara

You must understand the nature of love, 
And the nature of- 
Things like affection. 
And how soon it can become an obsession. 
I watch her now, 
On a tree beneath her window. 
She looks at him with such infatuation, 
Much to my frustration. 
Amara is her name, 
And her magnificence- 
It sets my heart aflame. 
O, how I adore her resplendence- 
Those blue eyes 
Remind me of the beautiful skies- 
Above, in heaven, 
Where she must have been. 
I’d known her for years, 
And eventually got over my fears- 
My unease. 
The day I told her, there was a breeze, 
The gust gliding through her hair, 
Making her look more fair. 
I told her I loved her- 
That I wanted to be with her- 
Forever. 
She gazed at me with those beautiful eyes, 
As she tries 
To tell me… 
‘No.’ 
‘It can’t be,’ 
I think- I know, 
‘Why?’ I inquire. 
‘There’s someone else,’ she says, much to my ire. 
I wished to know more about this one, 
This person who caused my love to shun 
Me. 
And that is how I come to be, 
Here on this tree. 
I realize that he’s unworthy 
Of this being of beauty. 
I know now that he must 
Be gone for me to get the one I lust. 
I plot and plot, 
And not for naught. 
Soon I confront this man, 
Gun in hand. 
It goes off- 
He drops. 
I soon tell Amara about her ‘lover’s’ execution, 
And this is a solution. 
We can now be together 
Forever. 
She screams 
At me, and my dream 
Dies. 
I aim the gun between her eyes- 
Her beautiful eyes- 
I watch her fall 
And I know I’ve ruined it all. 
I look down the barrel of the firearm, 
And think of all the harm 
It has caused 
And all that I have lost. 
I see Amara and 
Her lover hand in hand. 
And I realize that my obsession 
Caused these horrible transgressions.
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Category:Poetry
Category:Reality
Category:Mental Illness