...: another poem about unrequited love ↘
if you look up unrequited in the dictionary it will say
adjective; not returned or rewarded
how harsh is that
loving someone
and it not being returned
not being wanted
I used to think of love
as one of those flowers
that managed to grow through tiny cracks in concrete sidewalks
I used to think of love
as a vine wrapped around your ribs
tangled in between your lungs
now I think maybe love
is nothing more than a fleeting thought
maybe it’s not rooted deeply within you
maybe it’s just a single cell
with a lifespan like any other cell
I thought
when you kissed me
the first time
it would feel like love
but it didn’t feel like anything more
than a drunken charade
I spent so long
trying to convince you
that we could become an “us”
that I lost myself
I forgot that I am the kind of person
that never accepts handouts or sympathy
and that your love would only have been one of those
that it would have never been fully returned or rewarded
so to you
my not quite lover
you should know
that I am no longer willing to be
unwanted by your heart
no matter how much I am wanted by your lips






