When I was about to tell you
about how much I loved you,
about how your name had become my heartbeat,
you fell in love with someone else.
I died everyday for months before
I turned my love to that of an onion,
I removed one peel at a time, although
Peeling every peel brought blood tears to my eyes.
It killed me to **** the love I had for you.
But I have peeled all layers till
there is nothing left of your memory now.
I peeled away the last peel
when I heard your companions roar the other name.
I had buried my love in the soil long ago
so you would never find it or hear about it.
But I couldn’t stop myself from telling you
about my love for you
when I read my diary entries of you,
written long time back.
I’m glad you fell in love with someone else
‘cause I loved you crazy and I believed
nobody can love anyone as much as I did you.
I would have only lost myself in you
had you loved me back.
I’m grateful to you for both nothing and everything.
Without you, I would never have understood
the true meaning of falling in love
and the power of unrequited love.