i recall this feeling as if i own it.
i recall this feeling like a sibling; another
half of me.
a whole of me.
i reprimand this feeling.
foolish girl foolish foolish
girl
girl alone
always on her knees; unfaithful
asking to be loved. this unrequited first love.
would it have been wrong to be loveable,
as i was? if i came as i was?
would it have been
so
bad to have loved me?
i love this feeling
as
a
foil of me.
my heart beats so
fast
i can feel it in my chest. when did this happen? why am i crying for you? not to return, but i cry for you. i cry like a child; i am a child in your unrequited love. i am a child in this unrequited love, falling to my knees wishing something was palpably different.
perhaps i do cry for you to return. come back and love me this time.
is that wrong? to love me?
i recall this feeling
like
a
habit. half of me habit.
in the childish desperate
desire that you would look
upon me and see other than yourself.
and it has been so long
since i have been wanted. beating heart
of blood and fear, it will be
long before i am wanted again.
i recall this feeling like i recall you in my dreams.
it walks towards me,
NATASHA YOU WILL DIE HERE
with the softest touch and
NATASHA PLEASE DONT LET THIS HAPPEN
the kindest eyes, and holds
LOVE WILL FIND YOU BUT NOT HERE
me so close, against (hishertheir) chest
YOU WILL BE LOVED BUT NOT HERE
and it is so warm, so comforting
NATASHA PLEASE
but i am only a child.
NATASHA YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS
i fit in (hishertheir) pocket
little girl always in love
little girl always loving something
that won’t love her back.
little girl with her unrequited love.
