Monstrous Love

Published on 2 May 2025 at 15:11

He watched the rain beat on the closed window.

The sound

Of the rain did 

Little to soothe the

Racing thoughts, the game of iron 

Fragmenting his mind, making him feel 

wild.

I am not a monster.

He opened the window and listened 

Eyes closed, 

To the symphony,

The instant of nature

soothing his soul and 

pushing him towards another, 

Just as 

Desperate as him. 

Across town, she 

spins in the rain, radiating

peace. Warm light shines from her home 

Through the hurt

Through the loneliness 

Joy is still 

Found and she

Knows

I am not a monster.

Until the two souls who never should have met, but were destined to

Collide, trying to fix 

What was already 

Broken, what could 

Never be, who even 

The hosts of the worlds roof 

Know is 

Wrong, but 

still their hearts 

echo 

I love you.

But when 

Two souls 

Meet, who were never meant to, 

Hearts break,

only deepening the wounds, only 

sending shattered shells of their souls in 

shards across the universe,

not touching

but joined in astonishment as 

two cuts 

lie parallel in the same flesh,

Rage, hurt, forming between them

Like the suns of houses 

drained every drop from the walls of their lives

leaving behind just 

ghosts;

I once loved you, but now I don't know you at all.

On separate sides

Of town again, they slipped,

And fell. 

He tore himself 

Apart, and 

Shed tears 

He didn’t know he had.

Her whole body formed 

one arch of a cry – 

upcast to that custom, the human custom

of wrong love. 

When it rained,

they could hear bits of human voice

streaming down the drainpipe.

Speaking to their suffering souls, 

drowning out everything, until

They don’t know 

Their own hearts.

All they

Know,

All they

Hear –

I am a monster. 



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