Instead of butterflies
In my stomach
There is the feeling
Of pain
Instead of calmness
And clarity
There is absurdity
And something insane
Instead of laughter and joy
My emotions are being
Flung around
like a toy.
Instead of warmth
And gratitude
I'm left unappreciated
out in the cold
Instead of surprises
There are mysteries
No one
to unfold.
Instead of us
There's only me
Not much to behold
(You are in love) they say.
Then why the pain?
Simply because
It's unrequited
love
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A Mixture of Emotions
PoetryThis is basically a compilation of poems, as they come to mind. They will express how I feel about everything that is happening within me and externally...
