I must have a backwards heart, Or at least a broken brain. You told me you can’t love me, But you’ll have to tell again. You assure me with your words, And then with careless actions too, That falling for me is just something you will never do. But still I can’t and won’t believe, That you don’t feel like me. You can’t tell me any other girl, Visits you in your dreams. If we are not in love then explain to me my dear, Why our bodies fit together and your absence I can’t bear. Convince me I’m the only one that feels so safe and whole. Manipulate my mind as you’ve done to my heart and soul. Insist that your hand wasn’t made to rest upon my thigh, That it doesn’t mean a thing when your eyes knowingly meet mine. You’ll have to put the work in to persuade me it’s not true. Or I’m sorry but I have no choice, I’ll just keep loving you.
It’s not unrequited exactly, but it’s certainly not reciprocated either.