They call it unrequited love
But I call it throwing in the towel.
You made me infatuated with your existence; but
sick to death of waiting for your comeback.
I slept in my dreams of you
But now I blink in my own thoughts.
I made ways to reach out to you
But that journey too ended in havoc.
Only thinking of you, butterflies formed in my stomach
But now I am unaware of its existence.

After all, we live in a galaxy
We can meet somewhere in it.