#TheUnrequitedLove

What is this feeling,
that is making me do something,
I would never have done in my wildest imagination?
Bringing about the resuscitation,
of my dead love-ignition.

Is it love?
Can it be trusted?
It makes me seem to know nothing,
when I used to be the one that knows something,
about everything.

Should I cast it away?
Maybe I should just ignore it,
Listening to it did me no good,
I shouldn't make the same mistake again,

But oh, my heart!
Why art thou heartless?
Why make me senseless,
And make yourself feel worthless.

Stop beating, I beg you,
Not for me, I need you,
But for those that could hurt you,
Because they do not deserve you.

I tell you, we don't need him,
So, why would you choose him,
When he plainly doesn't want us,
All he does is hurt us.

He didn't want us and I was going to accept it,
I just didn't expect you to betray me,
While I'm still hurting, you forgive him,
You look past his wickedness and still love him.

Oh! I tell you, that's not fair,
Making decisions for yourself is unfair,
All that you do is give me fear,
That this unrequited love would hurt me again than I could bear.

He hurts me, but you're doing the same,
You're making it worse by saying his name,
Why do you always have to save his face?
That maybe he had fears he didn't want me to face.

Are you doing this because I'm always here,
With you because without you I'm going nowhere?
But have you considered that we can be somewhere,
A place we would never have to wonder what we're doing there.

He doesn't want you, how could you be so forgiving?
Have you forgotten he was so conniving?
All the lies he told were so convincing,
Making us give and never receiving.

Have mercy on me, Oh thou foolish heart!
Stop getting pleased with how he wears his hat,
Stop making me wonder always where thou art,
And stop reminding me of only his good acts.

Oh, heart! I beg you. This unrequited love is killing me slowly.




© Truve

@Itsme4350