Falling for someone you can never be with
Is like looking through a window.
Watching from afar and pining
Wishing I was five years older
And that he was not married
To someone beautiful.
Beautiful people tend to attract each other.
Sometimes I lust for him
Through this broken pane
And wish he was not such a good person
Not such a nice guy
Not so madly in love.
Whenever people ask why I don't date
I simply tell them I am over high school boys
But I don't explain that there is a man
Who enters in and out of my dreams.
My fingers run along the cracks
And I begin to bleed
The chipped glass punctures my once thick skin
My calloused heart has been ruptured
By a tiny shard
That I call
*Love, unrequited.