Unrequited
To Austin, even though you chose not to see.
I could write a million words on the topic of love
Nothing that hasn’t been written about a million times before
But I choose to share how a love is lost
In a world where people never truly say what they mean
What is love to begin with?
Affection, lust, trust
The beginning is sweaty palms and nervous conversations
Which slowly develop into something more
Embraces that linger, and declarations of commitment
Isn’t that how it usually goes?
Not every time as I have witnessed
When someone’s soul calls to one already entranced by another
It is the worst kind of hurt, one that breaks down minds and causes distress
I don’t attempt to know why things happen, why hearts are broken and friendships ended
I am simply a romantic soul caught in a world filled with hushed truths and blatant lies
A heart that was not guarded closely enough,
a brain filled with interlocked fingertips and embraces that will never come
To put it simply dear people, my mentality is the product of unrequited love
(2013)
This is the last lovesick poem that will ever leave the recesses of my mind. This is closure.
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