Love Unrequited

There is no disappointment, quite like love unrequited

A love so strong it can feel impossible to fight it

Its fruit-age is obsolete, and its efforts exhausted

Yet overcome by despair at the thought, if you lost it

Wasting chances for fear if you missed it

The truth however is it never existed

You believe its presence gives you a purpose

When really its presence is determined to hurt us

For many of us, love is the meaning

Of existence, happiness, our reason for being

But who can live by only feeding another?

Starving yourself on behalf of a lover

The action is nothing without the feeling

The idea itself is far more appealing

Reality however sets in through the lies

Unrequited love is our heart’s demise.

-Brienne Burbank

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