Tied Knots

How timid and delicate is unrequited love? Even though unrequited love finds its own way in, it's a love that gets trapped inside.. Unable to find an exit. Even though I'm the one who started it, it's a love that crawled into the crevices of my chamber, without me knowing. Without a peek of insight or a rustle of a warning, it hibernates through those enclosed walls, and silently nestles into my small black heart. If he leaves my sight one day, it'll be a love that ends vain without it ever having a purpose; never even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flower A love that can never bear fruit.. like a seed left forgotten.. That is.. unrequited love.