by Jerry Zhao (M27)
Summer 2023 Issue

To say that I don't love her,
would be a lie so blatant,
that the heavens would tremble with fury.
Yet I cannot forget you.

To say that I didn't love you,
would be a sin so great,
that the depths of hell would rise in rage.
Yet I cannot leave her.

To say that I won't love her,
would be a thought so wrong,
that the poets would roll over in their graves.
Yet I cannot dismiss you.

To say that I couldn't love you,
would be a life so blank,
that the spirits would leave in disgust.
Yet I cannot hate her.