To the girl who left me unrequited.

Emotion

Emotion:

Her hair, beaded with shards of broken glass that slits her fingers touch by touch.

Her skin, made from the tears of a broken heart, smoothed like an ice covered river.

Her lips, made from the blood clots that the decaying heart is creating breath by breath.

Her body, the shape of the hour glass that represents the time she has lost.

Her bones, made from tree branches that are now slowly decaying away.
As leaves that had once surrounded her former rapid heart have peeled away.

Her eyes, empty, musty, cloudy and hollow. Her soul has evaporated into the mist of our conflicting world.

Her name is something we all never want to feel. Her name is "Unrequited Love."

(October 21st, 2019)