Unrequited

Your anger prys open the tattered heart of uncertainty,
our love never died so quickly as it began to climb like vines,
yet here you remain entombed within the cradle of hate,
Jupiters tears drown out our destined life choked by mistakes.

Here you are staring back within dimly lit corridors of love,
we traversed this bitter world bearing the torch,
yet never finding your precious hand grasping my light,
sorrow consumed the flames of admirable completion.

Here I remain alone with your perfections mocking me,
flaws condemned us to never thirst for our ruby wine,
nearing the collapsing brink of absolute grief.
Never loved.
Never fullfilled.
Always abandoned.