Unrequited Love

I bottle my feelings and fill them with liquor 

Unrequited love will make you bitter 

She would sweeten the blow with lines like " it's not you, it's me" 

I can't remember the last time I've ever felt at peace 

Maybe it's because memories of her are starting to fade like these worn-out jeans that I'm wearing 

Staring, I be staring into space sometimes 

Trying to connect the fragments of what could have been like a constellation in my mind She could have been my world 

 We could have exploded into galaxies 

But in actuality her oblivion proves that my fantasies are fallacies So I have to face reality… 

- J.B.

Author's Note

Review please

Reviews

[.Raymond]

nice stuff. lots of potential. worn-out jeans statement's a bit cheesy though. it could also have been longer. check out my stuff and recommend to others. thanks.