love/unrequited love

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Dressed like Saturn, Girdled by those cosmic belts She asks me, darling, What's your favorite planet?
As a feather in the wind You flit and bend Ever away from me Wistfully   There's poetry I fear I'll never write Should I never get the chance To look into your eyes at night  
When my soul became still   Hush hush listen closely to what I have to say You only have one life so choose how you may Why did I have to open my heart 
Nothing ever happens between us.  I try and try and try, but my words stick in my throat. God knows how I feel, how I've felt  How can you torture me so?  The truth is I love you   
sometimes i just want to destroy  myself. i know this is wrong, you, this, us. wrong. but look at how right it feels. lips locked  fingertips entwined,
Precious to me is he who's friendship is geater in value than any metal.   He who suffers the pangs of loneliness, self-mutilation of failure, stings of two unrequited loves, labido's growling stomach,
"I have mixed feelings battered in a bowl. You treat it, nothing less and nothing more. Feeling lost, you don't tell me what's wrong...
texting you straight out of the hospital was like using my one jail call to order a pizza i can’t have
Dear 4-year love,  The day I met you Little did I know, I was damned From the start   The day I met you Was meant to be Another unsatisfying day That is until I laid my eyes on you
So many times I wanted to ask you, was this for real, were you serious. Did you really not feel anything, was this nothing more than an insignificant stepping stone to what you really wanted.
you were obsessed with being a poem and didn't realize every breath you took was already an art.
Not looking is so hard, but, Why, pray tell, is it so hard? I just can't seem to let you go. It seems near impossible Not to look. Not constantly search For your angelic face throughout
I feel so small in a large wild world. I would do anything for you, and I mean less to you than the dust–  kicked up beneath your worn down shoes.   It’s softly destroying me, your passive authority.
Stop calling, stop texting please leave me alone. I dont want to hear your voice, echoing through my phone.   Being the object of unrequited love is a strong strain on a kind heart.
Waking up to words from you gets me through the day I try my best to hide the way I feel but fuck You’re my sun, my stars, my angel like Charity But I’m the demon who can only hurt you if you know the truth  
I knew from even centuries before I met himI wanted to annoy that boy forever
I love you till my death And you don’t even sit flowers on my grave Because I’m not here to remind you Not that my love refines you I just want mutuality For you to think of me the same way I do you
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