Unrequited Love
Unrequited love — why does it always have to be so violent and painful? Like two particles that almost fit, but are never meant to be entwined.
Hey, you.
Wouldn't it feel blest,
To no longer be bereft
Of warmth
On these cold evenings.
Hey, you.
Wouldn't it be great,
To know that we have
Reached together —
Anywhere, the two of us.
But, here we are —
Helpless and crushed,
Both hurting and
In need of comfort.
My love can’t
Soothe your pain,
And your benevolence
Only tears me asunder.
So, here I am —
Beholding you from afar,
Knowing that my love
Will forever remain
Unrequited.
