Her love for him,
Everlasting,
But she may never know
His feelings inside.
The two lovers
At war
With both themselves
And each other,
They are lost in a sea of people
Trying to find their way back
To one another.
Her heart calls to him
And so do her words
But he ne'er picks up
The phone.
Calls unanswered
And eyes filled
With unshed tears
She waits and questions
Whether her love
Is worth it.
If it's worth giving.
If there is appreciation
In the love and vulnerability
She gives and shows to so little people.
Only two does she show her heart to.
But only one does she want
To lay her heart and mind bare to.
But her lover never picks up.
The schedule is booked
And the mind is full of other thoughts
And things.
Ne'er is her lover available
To answer her questions
And fill her with that everlasting joy
That is now filled
With melancholy.
Her heart is lightly fractured
And the staples and bandaids
Are o'so close to breaking open.
How much more
Can she take
Before she stops calling?
Before she gives up
On the one she loves.
Her heart wants her to stay,
But her mind says otherwise.
She is not new to this game.
The game of heartbreak
And fallacies.
Where the love she gives
Is only taken
And never reciprocated.
Where she is led to believe
Her beliefs are wrong
And boundaries are too much.
That her heart is weak
And so is her mind.
That her body,
Riddled with things she did not have
Full control over
Was disgusting.
Tainted from the memories
And marks that haunt her body
And mind.
When she thinks of her lover
She feels a pang in her chest.
Her heart
Full of longing and love,
But also of sorrow,
She is plagued with thoughts of doubt.
Her lover has never picked up the phone,
For her words go unsaid
And her love not wanted,
She lays in her bed and ponders,
Why must I give my heart to those
Who never pick up?
For if only a lover was available,
The call would be answered
And her heart content.
