Unrequited
a poem by Soda_Voxel
My stomach churns.
My throat burning from the screaming and weeping,
no longer able to form words.
No amount of music can drown out this painful truth that repeats itself in my head like a broken record.
Cliche it may seem, but I think I truly understand now what people mean when they say
"My heart is broken."
My poor heart feels like it is collapsing on itself,
my chest hollowing out.
It shouldn't kill me,
but then again, how couldn't it?
I long for a future that can never happen,
a feeling that will never be returned.
And I have to live with that.
Live with the fact that you will never love me that way, too.