Unrequited Love
Unrequited love is the destruction of the heart
It is walking across an endless desert occupied with faded mirages that show you beauty like never before
Constantly consumed by its wonder, constantly consumed by the despair for your love for it
She is the mirage, you are the lonley aching fool in an endless desert
You are the one slowly suffocating by the boundless intesity of what you find yourself in
A desert of anguish
Unrequited love is moving through a thick electric haze that seems to never end
Daggers cut you deep, bringing you to your sorry knees - breathless and bowed
Life slowly melts around you, everything sinks to a ground you forgot existed
You want to utter the word 'why?', but your lungs are crippled and beat
You are never aware of the collapsing of your true reality and a manifestation of distortion and falsehood
Unrequited love is being trapped in an ever tightening circle
Everyone around you is out there and you’re in here
She is a fingertip away, reality pushes all its might against you as you try to reach her
With all your energy you extend your hand out to her - she cannot feel, with all your energy you scream out to her – she cannot hear
Reality has frozen you in position – stood there, arm extended, hand out – mouth open with despair and rage, tears forming in your still, wide white eyes
Unrequited love is like being a waxwork facing a painting it can never touch
People walk on by, never noticing the sorrow between the two
But all this waxwork wants is to feel the painting, to feel its beauty, to have its beauty and warmth be radiated back onto itself
Eventually the painting is taken away, moved to a place where others can experience its beauty
And you remain
You remain
Looking at the empty space where the beauty once laid, never truly ever feeling its love, its meaning
Wondering if this is life now, wondering where the painting is or who gets to experience its wonder like you once tried to
No longer knowing if you can deconstruct the reality you manifested over her
Hoping one day the beauty can be replaced, the connection, the spark, the love... can be replaced
Unrequited love is toxicity in its purest of forms that grows to conquer every fibre of your existence
It drowns you under the dark night-time waves where moonlight cannot penetrate
But as one reality crumbles, a sun will rise in another
One which will give you strength, one which will present a beauty so great your mind will be free from any pain you once had
It will give you freedom!
You will rise from your knees!
Rip the aching daggers from your chest!
You will stand and bathe in the sunlight of your new dawn!
And you will see clarity in love again
For love is beautiful.