like shards of glass cold and cutting this seemingly transient unLove stage opens my skin and stabs my insides this understood rational unLoving unglues my messy shattered mind-set this hopefully transient unLove stage suffoccates my soul into a void silence your understood stoic unLoving is not stronger than me and youmulticolored shards of glass tainted in blood red

with my unDying Love– but barely just there

until our transient unLove phase is done with-

and we start Loving as we barely do now-but entirely






how Unbearable… insanely paradoxical

to find myself numb, scattered and crushed

under the growing weight of my own Existence

how Absurd… logically detached

to shut oneself down

to unexpress in disguise not shout

under the thickening veil of one’s own seething Shame

how Untenableboth false and real

to push-battle-kickĀ  indefinitely

against the expanding mass of this…

the pervasive echo of my own disdained Resistance