Gatsby. Gatsby was a man who loved, Unrequited and limitless. His aching heart carried the burdens of all of his shortcomings The destitute past he could never escape. Despite his tireless efforts- Despite the unbearable sadness that encased his heart. While all the while he dreamt of her. Daisy... That unattainable sparrow, that he held onto so tightly, so desperately. He could never give up on her. He could never ignore the burning urgency for which compelled him, To be hers. Gatsby only ever wanted to love her, give her all the shining pieces to adorn her delicate world. Daisy. Beautiful & small, so treacherously unyielding to the whims of true desire. She loved him, too. Craved to succumb his longing But the muted green tint that obscured her sight, muffled her heart's soft whispers. Gatsby was a man who loved... Who ripped and tore at every version of himself Giving away each piece, to the outstretched fingers of the unworthy. In the end