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Unsuited

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Unsuited

Alas we are not suited, you and I.
It would not last a minute, not a day
would pass but I would hate you, make you cry,
or strike you in some bitter quarrel, say,
about the way you laughed or ate or walked,
or I would be revengeful, jealous, dumb,
no friends would come, and if we talked,
it would be coldly over bills or some
decision to be made against our will
and better judgment. True, I might recall
how once we loved when that was still
a joy, but only to destroy it all.
Better to leave me now, while this desire
Gnaws the earth, celibate, denied, on fire.
Alas we are not suited, you and I.

It would not last a minute, not a day
would pass but I would hate you, make you cry,
or strike you in some bitter quarrel, say,
about the way you laughed or ate or walked,
or I would be revengeful, jealous, dumb,
no friends would come, and if we talked,
it would be coldly over bills or some
decision to be made against our will
and better judgment. True, I might recall
how once we loved when that was still
a joy, but only to destroy it all.
Better to leave me now, while this desire
Gnaws the earth, celibate, denied, on fire.