UnLove

The cliff I’m standing on,
alone,
doesn’t have a view.
And even though the music
is building to crescendo,
it’s a piercing sound of terror,
and chaos.
I’m eating the chocolates
that you gave me,
but I’m not high enough to fall
for you.

They taste like nausea
and discomfort.
They taste like disappointment.
The wine we drank,
the aphrodisiac you chose,
isn’t enough
to rise above my fear.
And I’m too high to fall
for you.
But I can see the rocks below.

The walk we took,
and the moonlight, weren’t
romantic.
They were pressure.
They were persuasion.
And I’m falling,
But not for you,
Not into love.