A broken vessel

A non-reciprocal love story

I still get scared 

you’re never going to love me. 

You’ve been in love before, and had your heart broken.

I think you tried to kill that part of yourself, 

the part that could be vulnerable enough 

to love again. 

You may still yearn for this girl from your past, 

but I’m quite certain that you were only ever 

in love with a fantasy. 

I don’t feel jealous for this girl, 

she’s not real. 

I’m a real girl. 

A real girl who’s in love with you. 

Though the door is ajar,

with a ray of hope peeking through,

you still can’t open your hardened heart to me. 

I want to pour myself into you, 

but you’re a container with a hole. 

I would only slowly drip out, 

til you are empty, 

dry, 

rid of my essence, 

and I am spilled on the floor. 

A mess.

Yet this is what I’ve chosen. 

Truly, I must be mad, 

or hopelessly in love.

Author's Note

I am new to poetry and would love feedback on the grammar and formatting!