Love requires a certain symbiosis, and without this mutuality of emotions and union of the soul, love isn’t there. I don’t believe that love can flourish one-sided, and when it is one-sided it’s the most painful feeling there is. Like you’d happily give yourself to them and love them wholly, but they don’t want you or your love. I simply don’t believe there is a cure for this ailment.
I long for you,
the bewitching stare of your bright blue eyes,
the magic touch of your hands,
the silky feel of your lips,
the words you spoke,
which felt like shooting stars into my soul.
I lay here castrated by the pain,
the pain that stabs me in the stomach,
of the daunting realisation
that you’re not mine,
but I am yours.