Maybe it a curse,
That unrequited is the only one to know me for who I am,
Maybe it’s a curse, that love and I aren’t meant to be friends
All the
Pretty guys with nice eyes always seem to overlook mine,
And I,
I always seem to stand to the side as,

My ghost on campus leaves with a goodbye that contrasts the simple hi

And the one with frame worth eyes, just lies

And what could’ve been no longer crosses my mind,

But the one from that Saturday night lingers around sometimes, but

Maybe it’s a curse or it’s a blessing in disguise,
That unrequited is a shield that guards me from the, pains and heart aches that the guys of this era creates

It has to be some sort of sick spell cast upon me like Maleficent did Sleeping Beauty,

But reject it as I may,
Maybe this curse is my saving grace
For As much heartache unrequited creates,
It saves me from the strongest hex called heartbreak.

You carved our initials
into the tree we kissed under.
It was our first kiss
and you told me you loved met.
I responded in the chirp of the birds
the howl of the wind
the rustle of the leaves.
We drove home in different cars
down different roads
and you found a new home.
I drove back to the tree
my fingers feel your name
and I call out.
I hear your response in the chirp of the birds
the howl of the wind
the rustle of the leaves.

I looked for you
in other people.

But,
you weren’t there.

So, I’ll wait,
still, in the space between us,
until you feel the same.

She'll never see
the truth which axes trees
I've come to learn to be
the mess that follows me.

For all the fallen crumbs
loaf of bread freshly baked
intoxication dumbs a cake
embers burn out before a wake.

My shame lies in hidden shadows
portrait from crumbly hidden wall
melody lost from old grand piano,
gathering guilt of this mouse's tail.

No joy mis-giving of dark horse's wraith
contrasts belly retro giggling laughs,
fragments as stony capsule freezes
rips tomb of arts,  false idols burning.

The divinity of the sweet ****** Mary
open eyes to ***** which buries
tiny legs swaying certain innocence
wonderfully proud of rocking horse
a moment that I wish have paused.

Nightmare of paralysis claws
the remains of rusted sealed door,
a burden can't balance demons
if water's impure  careless  creation
of a man-made poisonous bore...

Stains the metal
ancient are red tinted forever more
raise of dead daisy petals,
Why raise the Olympic bar
for these under performing scores?

Same as older, and obsess over,
left overs, random order
but all over again....

She has awoken,
words were spoken,
Its hard to supervise.

feelings,  you're the fish been reeling
and any love bites are now sealing

Your unrequited love is ignored,
Your  magic at words is her boredom,

Imagine her flesh taste and sweet smell,
as your journey takes you to hell
and the bell rings of loneliness
never one for God to ever bless.

You would give your life at the taste
of her sweet lips and without haste,
but she was born perfectly beautiful,
and her halo is so angelical.

But you, how are you with the demons
aggravating such a cruel meaning
Not born with those white wings
and never able to lullaby sing

Is beauty on the inside or the flesh,
Psychology will give you a wish
Curiosity kills cats and yourself
as you dream so much of herself.

Here's a red carnation,
A piece of my once shattered heart,
One red for a yellow,
If only you could see how much you still mean to me,
Here's a yellow carnation,
I’ll be in denial,
Holding onto the little sanity I have left,
I still see you everyday,
Hoping for the time we’ll meet,
When our souls would form the base of Yin and Yang,
You look so happy with him,
While I still hold on to the Yellow Carnation,
One heart for a piece,
Let's go gambling,
I’d give all I have, just for little from you,
I’ll be here for a little while
Hoping and wishing upon every star,
Pretending that I didn't receive the Yellow Carnation,
Printing  every single details of you in my head,
While giving a different script,
Imagining a different world,
Where you like me like I do,
Here's a purple carnation,
And a red,
And a yellow
With colors that blend,
In words unsaid

i ask, i pray for god to put me out my misery.
to wither me emotionless with the lesser
ability to exist and not full of feelings.
for my own sanity, i plead for dire
consequences for my own self
worth as I’ve made excuses
and pathetic decisions
that plague my life
as I ask for god.
I ask for god.
I ask.

I gave the boy with the pretty frame-worthy eyes a pen the other day in class,

I switched the top of the black one I gave him to the blue that I used, and vice verse-a giving him a blue-black pen and me a black-blue one.

To him, in that moment,
I was just goofing off in class instead of listening to the teacher yap,

But to me, the pens and the colors meant something,
The day I made that blue-black pen, I was trying to make me and him,
The blue me, the black him, and together, us.
It was my heart,
And me giving him the blue-black pen was in a way, me giving him my love.

Maybe he missed the message in between the lines, or maybe he chose to by pass it,
Or maybe,
What I thought we had going on, was a delusion,
Maybe it was only one sided, and the connection was all in my head,

Perhaps I should’ve left the pens alone,
leaving my feelings unknown, and the lack of reciprocation would’ve hurt a little less,
But now my heart aches,
Especially whenever I see that cursed blue-black pen.

I think,
unrequited is addicted to me.
I don’t know but it just happens to find me no matter where I hide,
It’s almost like it’s waiting for my smile to be a little to wide,
and my cheeks to turn a little too red to creep back into my life and turn things on its head,

I think its favorite pass time is to make my heart ache because just when I swear that I’m done, someone comes and so does unrequited right behind it,
I hate it,

It’s almost like it needs me to stay with it because it chases everything else away, it’s addicted,

But somewhere deep down, I think I need unrequited just as much as it needs me
I kind of hope it doesn’t leave me,
Not yet at least,
I’ve grown well acquainted with unrequited, and it’s strange because, even though I don’t want it, reject it, and run from it,
it’s always there waiting for me after my heart is done being too happy,

It’s almost like it’s home for me, no matter where I go it waits patiently for me.
I don’t think I’ll know what to do when it really leaves,
So now I wonder,
Am I just as addicted to unrequited as unrequited is addicted to me?