unrequited poison

It was somber, completely and utterly dark. It surrounded me, embodied me like a cloak, and constricted me like a corset. Falling in love with someone only for it to be unrequited was poison. A poison I took, knowing the consequences, the slow killing. I envisioned the days constantly for the love to be requited, dreamed those hallucinations. Until it became real. The poison became sucked dry, oozing into euphoria. The one that looked like an exact copy of him announced the conversation the two had. My love spoke of hidden feelings that surfaced. Surfaced how i said. The feeling was numbing. The happiness was overwhelming. Surfaced through deep thought and quiet somber the brother said. The bitterness of loneliness was etching away, piece by piece. Word for word. I shall run to him, I said. And so I did. I ran through the lavender fields. The soft kisses of pollen connecting unto my dress. The sweetness of wind, grazing my hairs. The sun. oh my the sun. the vibrant arrays of purples and oranges and reds. Swirling in the sky leading a path straight to him. My love. My now requited love. Standing, just a few paces ahead of me. Staring deeply into the souls of my eyes. The silence was comforting. It said all the words the lines of poetry could not. His soft palms laid underneath my own. And he said the words that became the final pull of the poison. Making my blood completely clean. Leaving me finally awake. Lying on the cold bitterness of the floor. Finally understanding. That my love will forever continue to be unrequited poison.