It was truly unrequited love from the beginning.
Once my lover, my friend, my home.
You are the reason that I have fallen victim to this; my unrequited love.
Coughing, bleeding and vomiting.
Dead petals falling from my hands stained red.
It started with insignificant brown wilted petals.
The flowers only you adored, my unrequited love.
In the following months,
Your favourite flowers were now my looming killer.
White cherry blossoms covered in my own scarlet liquid oozing out my hands.
No longer wilting.
Pure youthful flowers.
Would I ever tell you about this?
By no means would I tell you.
The inevitable fate of mine would never be your fault.
They all suggested surgery.
Surgical removing the flowers that are blossoming in my lungs,
Along with my feelings for you and any chance of developing feelings for you in the near future.
If I do not pick surgery.
It will result in a tormenting and agonising death.
I don't want to stop being in love with you, my unrequited love.
You were once my all.
You are my all.
My dearest, my favourite person.
My everything.
I do not want to lose this;
Even though I know that you don't feel the same.
Oh, my unrequited love.
We both know which option I would prefer to chose.
After all,
This love is one-sided.
Lungs engulfing with breathtakingly beaming cherry blossoms.
Pain is excruciating.
Roots emerging out of my lungs, causing me to bleat.
Bountiful blooming flowers erupting from my chest.
Thick dark red liquid exploding from my mouth.
Leaving me dead.
Longing for your love;
My Unrequited Love.
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Hiraeth
Poetry(n). A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and deep longing for something, especially one's home in Wales; an ode to the loss of our homeland, our language and our traditions. •I update this quite infrequently :(•
