#unrecipricatedlove
A mood can change in the blink of an eye.
Your texts stir up like dissolving lies.
My hands shake to the beat of my thundering heart.
My blood runs cold enough to freeze the pendulum swinging in my head.
My stomach wants to be sick, its letting me know my world is upside down.
The cold sweat consumes me.
Locks me in my head with my whirling thoughts.
When i claw myself out of this madness, i ask who am i?
Who am i to be jealous over an unrequited love?
They could make you happy, surely, i just want you to be happy?
I do want you to be happy.
This love. This hurt. This friendship. This obsession.
This nothingness is leaving no space left for sanity.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
A mood can change in the blink of an eye.
I reread your text through blurry eyes.
My hands shake to the beat of my racing heart.
My blood runs cold and the red mist decends over my restraint.
The cold sweat consumes me.
Locks me in my head with my whirling thoughts.
When i claw myself out of this madness, i ask who am i?
Who am i to be jealous over an unrequited love?
They could make you happy, surely, i just want you to be happy?
This love. This hurt. This friendship. This obsession.
This nothingness is leaving no space left for sanity.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
In your mouth lies a graveyard of broken hearts.
Your tounge has stolen words once spoken by other tortured lovers.
Its wraps itself around them, sends them through your lips as if they themselves carry kisses.
These words you never understood. They are empty when you speak, like the only love you know how to give.
Selfish, superficial. A vacuum set to devour anyone who strays to close.
And like the nights sky, I still see your soul is littered with stars.
Ill sit in the cold and wait.
Wait for the sun to rise again, to warm your heart or envolop my own.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
I know that you're a writer.
One day you're going to tell our story.
It's going to be the greatest love story the world has ever known.
Or the greatest, most tragic tale of loss.
Which way the pendulum swings is up to you.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
If a book can make you fall. In love with people who don't exist,
Why can't I when I love you as you wish?
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
I heard that pain nourishes courage.
And that romanticised love is cancer.
I hope that this suffocating, consuming love will devour enough of me.
Will make me sick enough to find the courage. The cure I need.
To fall out of love with you...
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
Your heartbeat is my favourite sound.
I can't get the rytham of your breathing out of my head.
To be close enough to hear this song is is a dream.
I only wish I could hear it just once!
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 6:19 PM UTC
Loving you feels like the closest ill get to see the blue of a flame.
From the inside...
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
It's three am again, we've become well accuainted.
After rubbing elbows with the moon, I closed my eyes.
I feel your arm wrap around my waist, tugging my mouth into a sleepy smile.
I feel your lips grace my neck, the wetness feels like liquid gold.
My skin is covered in golden threads of your beautiful silken words.
I push my body back onto yours, all at once I was nestled in the cacoon of your safety.
My breath drew quick, shallow.
My skin burned.
My back arched, my wrist ached!
I rolled over to whisper sweet nothings between kisses.
But I just found cotton, and the loneliness of pillow talk...
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
I sometimes wonder if I want you because I can't have you?
I'll love you forever as you're eternally pure.
You're the one who got away, to leave me asking forever more.
Maybe you like keeping me here, distantly in love.
So, I'll forever dream of you, and never taste the disappointment that comes with trust.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:42 AM UTC
Is this what writers do?
Lure their readers to a false sense of security?
You know that I'm in love with you.
So you, with insincerity, play my heart strings like poetry.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 9:43 PM UTC
Im not really dead yet.
My chest rises and falls.
The breath escapes from my lungs, the air curls into ghosts of you.
Empty I loves as icy as your heart.
I won't be planning a funeral.
Doctors won't be pulling a sheet over my head.
There is life between my rib cage, it beats soft like a cats swishing tail.
There is life here, im apathetically not dead.
There is life here but not like with you.
Memories are haunting, like craving for water alone in the desert.
There is no LIFE here, only the stillness you left.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
Kissing with your eyes closed is a fine line.
Kissing with your eyes open is creepy.
It's seen as insincere and unnatural.
But you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And if I ever got to kiss you I fear I'd have to sneak peaks so I know I'm not still dreaming.
These wishes and ponderings belong to a broken heart.
My cracked lips and tear reddened eyes know better.
My dear heart and hands, they're begging you to let this go.
Let him go. Release me.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
After much contemplation,
Self-preservation and intent meditation.
After many 3am meetings with the moon, many stitches holding me together after I pulled me apart.
After much soul searching and crippling doubt, Many silent poem designed put these flames out.
I befriended surrender!
I will love you forever as forever doesn't exist. I could be here tomorrow or walk into deaths mist.
Though loving you hurts its a pain that I know. It never leaves my side and like love it will grow.
Unlike you this pain loves me back, ill give myself up to it. A relationship of misery seems to be a must, so like a normal marriage for the one I can't have I'll always lust.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
Cvnjuggg mend old pots with gold.
I try to mend you with love.
I pour it from me as if my ocean is endless.
I wrap you up and fold you, I nestle you safe under my skin.
But you remain cold and I can't get through.
I'm in love with you, im in love with you. I'm in love with you.
But my little heart can't stop the flood in its little raft.
Though your close, you're too far to save me....
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
I am lost again.
Lost between the pages of your favourite book.
I can see us between the lines.
You, the gentleman filled with magic and heroism.
Me, the lady you're falling in love with, but know you'll loose.
And somehow they will be the sweetest tears.
In reality, im curled up alone, reading your favourite book.
Seeing us between the lines.
And ill cry sweet tears, as watching them fall apart.
Is better than acepecting we'll never start.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
If my dating account was real it would say...
None of you people are the person I'm in love with.
You're just a distraction.
Then I ask myself.
Who are you in love with?
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
Maybe the greatest thing we'll ever learn is just to love, but the luckiest is to be loved in return.
For love, real love is unconditional. Not time dependent. Least dependent upon reciprocity.
For when we declare that this world is over and its too late. Ill wait for you at those pearly gates.
For my greatest thing was to see your face and my favourite lesson was studying beauty that hides there.
And ill laugh how lucks not been my lady this life...
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC