lonely love

unrequited love burns,

it burns you to the core.

unrequited love hurts,

it hurts your very soul.

unrequited love is painful

disappointing

unkind

difficult

i ask, what is wrong with me?

i ask, is it something I did?

i ask, is it the way I look?

i ask, what is it about me that means you can’t love me?

but then I think, is it me or is it you?

but then I think what if it is me?

but then I think maybe I’ll be okay, maybe it’s for the best.

but then I think if it is me, what is it?

spiralling

spiralling

spiralling

confused.

sad.

insecure.

who knew love could be this way?

so distressing.

so sore.

so heart breaking.

so lonely.

lonely.

lone.

i am alone

in this love.

this lonely love.

alone

and

heartbroken

in this unreciprocated love

this unrequited love

this lonely love.

Photo courtesy of Masaaki Komori 

Categories: Poetry

Ottilie Young

21 | University of Southampton | book+travel obsessed

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