unrequited – The Messy Middle 🖤

Myths.

You don’t know that I exist,

but I can’t resist,

dreaming of you.

You don’t know that I exist,

but in my fantasies,

we do.

You don’t know that I exist,

so I curl my hands into fists,

and I don’t reach for you.

–S.

Unrequited.

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

all the voices in my head?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

the feelings I have for you instead?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

all the shit that we ever said?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

the fantasies of you in my head?

Unrequited,

can we quiet,

never mind, I just want it all dead.

–S.