"I love someone, she went away from me..."
There's nothing more to say. So, this poem will just end,
Soft as it began — I loved my friend.
How can the universe be so cruel?
Why would it give me access to this unrequited feelings?
"Do you know how painful it was to heal from unrequited love?"
The truth is, you don't
The love stays there, and your heart suffers in a silent pain.
Even after months or years after accepting it.
Deep inside, there is this crying voice.
"Why can't you see me?" , "Why can't it be me?"
And you don't even know how to make it stop because it craves something that is impossible to have
Maybe next time, in another life perhaps...
But you know what scares me the most?
Even in another life, the love I have for her is still there
And that sucks cause I know it will ruin me,
And I also know that I will just let it ruined me.
But then again,
what's the point of holding onto these 'what-ifs and could-haves?'
If in this lifetime,
in this universe,
In a thousand moments that I had just taken for granted - mostly because I had assumed that there would be a thousand more.
I have love you - and it's getting worse,
but I know you can't love me back.
YOU ARE READING
Unloved
Poetry"Unloved: Another Chance for Love" is a captivating collection of narrative poetry by DARK that delves deep into the complexities of human emotion and strength. Through a heartfelt verses, the book takes readers on a journey of healing from heartbre...
