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I remember
The freedom
The lightness
The enthusiastic feeling
Of the moment when
I laid my eyes on him for the first time.

The gentle smile
Got me hooked
The hazel eyes
Were so tender
I could resist no more
To the arrow Cupid had shot.

But Cupid is blind,
And he knew not
That the sweet object
Of my infatuation
Would love me not.

For who would want a shell
That is not willing to open itself?
Who would want an oyster
With no pearl?

If I could only
Erase
Rip out
This heart of mine
I sure as hell would
For I never knew a love
Which was not unrequited.

And yet here I stand still
In the caress of a sugar-coated lie
Pretending that what is now
Shall be different tomorrow day.

I stand still
In the caress of your imaginary,
Blissful limbs.

And I need no more,
For I was born with a curse:
I love without giving
I love without receiving
I love in a way most humans don't
For I love the one who will love me not.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 22, 2019 ⏰

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