Unrequited Love

Your eyes hold a darkness in them that I’ve never seen from you, and never could see. They hold the depth of a broken glass bottle barely missing my skin, at 4 am from drinking too much again, yet your tongue has never experienced that of a burning liquid. Your smile is the moon on my darkest nights, it’s the light that keeps me aware of my surroundings. Your laugh is the perfect melody, the only song I want to dance to, in a world full of missed beats, and off note keys…

At midnight your eyes will gaze into those of another womans whose eyes hold all the light to keep your darkness at bay, but her intentions those darker than the demons you fought for years. She begs you to stay. She asks you to take that first sip, to take yourself down that road of destruction, and you almost give in. Somehow she’s the reason behind your smile day after day, though sometimes it seems a little less real than the day before, your laugh a little more broken then the day we met, remember that day? I fell down and you asked if I was okay. I got up just to almost fall again, little did I know I fell in a completely different way.

Your laugh seemed to be something I became obsessed with. I was dancing with my own problems, and struggled to stay on beat, but your laugh kept me steady, with each one of your words, I wasn’t scared to leap, cause I knew I’d land every time to the rhythm of your heartbeat. She doesn’t appreciate this, no. She will tear you down, and say your voice isn’t enough, but when did your voice become less than how much you love, when you love with your voice, more than the hands that you were given to hold another. She won’t love you the way you need to be loved when you’re a masterpiece that needs to be handled destructively, yet delicately. The way you were made in the hatred of an artist, yet the softest touch of a paintbrush.

… But you will love her anyways. You will love the destruction she causes without realizing, she’s not destroying just her life or the world around her, but she’s pulling you down too, and by the time you realize it, you know it’ll be too late, I only wished you would’ve took my hand and chosen a different fate. She won’t think of you as the world, but only as a part, but you deserve to be someone's whole universe, because you are not part of this dull world, no you take adventure, love, depth, meaning, to a whole new level. And I love you.

However the love I have for you is unrequited… I know that this is definitely true. You don’t have to tell me this to know I don’t stand a chance, to know that my hair doesn’t feel the same when you brush your hands through it cause it’s a mess. I know my eyes aren’t filled with a storm, and my voice doesn’t have a fire to it. I know that there’s something about people who seem perfect that seem to pull you in, and maybe it’s because you’re broken and you need a little fixing, but no one can fix you, you need to fix yourself, and someone who seems perfect is never really perfect because perfect doesn’t exist, and even if perfect did, you’re perfect enough in my eyes, that nothing could possibly need to be fixed.

I can never be who I need to be, for you to fall in love with me. My soul is too damaged. For life itself has been my downfall. And even though I have already fallen, I will continue to dance to the sound of your laugh, and the rhythm of your heartbeat, because even now It’s the only thing that keeps me steady.

Author's Note

I feel like everyone can relate to the whole Unrequited love thing, and I've been in this boat for about a year now so I thought I'd try it out. However, I honestly don't even know what this is. I'm not good at writing about the things I really care about. Criticism and reviews, or any words would be greatly apprecited

Reviews

[Molly Anna]

Nice job Jazzlyn! I liked how you spun a non-traditional style poem. The wording was well done, and the descriptions flowed together really nicely in most parts. :) The only thing I really noticed in sticking out, was in the 2nd to last paragraph.
The word perfect, I felt, was a little overused.
I could feel the rising climax that she was getting to, yet (I know because I've been there sooo many times) the word perfect--which is stuck in the woman's head (and, inevitably, the writer's) is getting a little repetitive. I would suggest some different wording after 'the perfect doesn’t exist, and even if--' After that is when the repetitve kicks in... Just a suggestion. :)
Overall nice work--I'm looking forward to reading more poems!
Also, feel free to message me anytime, I would love to help out, or give a second opinion, or whatever you may need. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful story told in the poetry.
"And even though I have already fallen, I will continue to dance to the sound of your laugh, and the rhythm of your heartbeat, because even now It’s the only thing that keeps me steady."
I do like the above lines. True, kind and hopeful words. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[zaisham9393]

I have no words to explain the beauty of your words! This really is beautiful Jazzlyn !
Thank you for sharing :)!