Love unrequited seems such a wasteful thing,
Not knowing when it began, or how it ends.
Yet it ends just the same.
One heartbroken, one left unscathed.
When two hearts are broken,
Pain is seen, felt and heard,
When one heart is broken,
Their silent plea is never heard.
For when a heart breaks alone
Who can comfort a singular soul?
Tis it the wine in their glass?
The words of their past?
Or worse yet, a silence never acknowledged,
A hurt worse than any
Because it goes unacknowledged.
A love of hurt
A love of pain
A love of never knowing if they will ever feel the same.