unrequited means pain
and i know that by now
yet somehow, i keep falling
darling, did cupid strike me with his bow?

unrequited means sadness
and i'm its master
my eyes, sore with redness
looking dull, lacking its luster.

but there's beauty in unrequited
one that can be felt, not seen
seeds of love carefully potted
the wavering hands of a hoping teen.

secret glances, subtle smiles
gifts bought but never given
childish conversations, white lies
fear and anxiety, feelings deeply hidden.

fumbling thumbs filled with roses
stares from across the room
the anticipation given in doses
could be a miracle or impending doom.

yes, there's beauty in unrequited
just like how pain makes us feel alive
i look at my hands, in the lines clearly plotted
in the depths of misery, i shall dive.

© viaallune