An ode to unrequited love

What a miserable experience it is to be unloved by the one you love most.

Your eternal fixation left in the dust.

They who occupies all facets of your mind never even had you in theirs.

The toil and torture.

Your heart is in a bind as they pass.

Now it is in shatters.

But what hurts most is not their rejection.

Not the anihalation of your love most deep.

Not the decimation of your dreams. But what you do to yourself.

What did I do wrong?

What does the other person have that I don't?

You're a damn loser.

No one will ever want you

No one ever has.

Why should they?

A storm of fear and insecurity.

I shouldn't feel the need to be defined by others, but I can't help myself.

My heart break in turn breaks my mind.

This poem is about: 
Me

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