There's a play on Broadway I saw once;
They call it "Beauty and the Beast".
So if you've seen it, or at least heard of it,
Then you'll understand what I'm comparing.
I feel like the beast, hopeless and lost,
When his love for Belle is unrequited.
He'd do so much, give up everything for her,
And yet...he'd never see it back.
He feels the shame from it, for being so foolish,
And he can't see why he should go on.
He doesn't understand why he can't love her,
Why he can't be the one to make her happy.
Yet, he knows he won't ever be that one.
He is ugly and tortured, lonely and forgotten.
He is trapped inside what he can't let go of.
I feel like the beast,
Only this time?
There is no happy ending.
I don't mean to sound desperate,
And I don't mean to sound pained,
But I'm in love, an unrequited love.
And, Darling?
You're my Belle.
"If I can't love her
Let the world be done with me."
Author notes
I know it's not really a poem, and that's it's rather sucky...but still!
PS. The lyrics to the song that inspired this poem, from the Broadway musical Beauty and the Beast:
And in my twisted face
There's not the slightest trace
Of anything that even hints of kindness
And from my tortured shape
No comfort, no escape
I see, but deep within is utter blindness
Hopeless
As my dream dies
As the time flies
Love a lost illusion
Helpless
Unforgiven
Cold and driven
To this sad conclusion
No beauty could move me
No goodness improve me
No power on earth, if I can't love her
No passion could reach me
No lesson could teach me
How I could have love her and made her love me too
If I can't love her, then who?
Long ago I should have seen
All the things I could have been
Careless and unthinking, I moved onward
No pain could be deeper
No life could be cheaper
No point anymore, if I can't love her
No spirit could win me
No hope left within me
Hope I could have loved her and that she'd set me free
But it's not to be
If I can't love her
Let the world be done with me.
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