the misery of love

every time you look at me

with your soft eyes, 

tan skin, 

and a nose you used to hate, 

I mourn the loss of the love I once held for you. 

your heart of glass, which you passed to me so readily,

I took, 

and placed on a shelf. 

watching it collect dust as time passed, 

not noticing how it would gleam if I brushed it off,

 and held it in the sun. 

the way you leaned towards me in the cinema as I shifted away, 

pretending the tension on the screen took priority over the unresolved feelings that sat between us, 

it makes my heart crumble. 

because why can't I love you? 

why can't my heart want to belong to you? 

you're magic, 

with a sugar sweet soul you like to hide from your peers, 

and passion like no other. 

it pains me that I can't belong to you. 

because I don't want to, 

and that feels so wrong, 

because you're everything, 

yet you'd never fill the void in my heart, 

and that will forever break me.