Unrequited

Unrequited
09:06:03:01:48


If I could, I would draw your face on every page.

Each of your smiles I would sketch. Your eyes would be bright, your smile will be wide, and the bridge of your nose would wrinkle just a little bit.

It would be sincere. I could always tell when you were just being nice.

I would take the stars and braid it into your charcoal hair but it would never be enough to compare how sunlight haloes around you.

The flickering flames that light the city would never compare to what you have.

Your laugh could never be transcribed onto meaningless canvases, pallid without your heart and your eyes. Your smile that makes me smile...



If I could, I would write each breath on every page.

I would write of your hopes and your dreams and leave out no detail. Care will be taken to describe how you say my name, on how your lips shape and how you end with a smile.

But never enough are the meaningless letters that form meaningless words that form meaningless sentences...

The story of how you talked to me, whispered to me, and listened to me, will echo your voice as it echoes in my ears.


I cannot forget your laugh. I cannot forget your smile. I cannot forget the things that made me happy. Before we parted ways and I felt lost again.



Sometimes I would be afraid of you.

I would feel like I needed a reason to speak to you, like I wasn’t worthy of your time, like you deserved much more than my poor company. But then you would look up at me and you would smile and I would feel welcome beside you.

I would toss and turn on my bed at night, trying to forget you. But your name I hear everywhere. I cannot escape you. You don’t even know the effect you have on me.

You don’t know how you kill me.

Bit by bit, you break my heart and then break my soul. You spin my being into thin threads and I fall to pieces in your hands no matter how much it hurts. And it does.

You can’t hear me screaming for you.



If I could, I would sing to you my heart’s passion.

I would sing to you about you.

I can’t.