When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about the pain of it all.
I think about looking at someone
and them looking back
but looking through.
When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about the peace of it all.
I think about love within;
and love without.
Neither here nor there.
When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about the hurt.
Hurt that hides.
Wounded.
Waiting.
When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about healing.
Healing from a love that won’t get to live.
Healing from longing.
Longing that you have to let go.
When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about reality.
I think about a real love.
I think about the lover and the beloved.
Who am I?
Who are they?
When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about dreaming.
Dreaming about wanting.
Needing to want.
Why do we always want?
When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about falling.
Forever falling
into the empty;
the empty of love.
When I think about
unrequited love,
I think about feeling.
I think about so much feeling.
Feeling of flying;
into myself;
away from myself.
When I think about
unrequited love,
So hopeful.
So helpless.