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Unrequited Love

She hates that she loves him. She can’t seem to shake him. He’s in her thoughts, her dreams, her nightmares.

She hates that she loves him. She can’t seem to shake him. He’s been embedded deep into her soul.

She hates that she loves him. She can’t seem to shake him. He’s planted firmly in that part of her heart that she vowed to close.

She hates that she loves him. She can’t seem tp shake him. His smile, his eyes, his smell, his touch, his wit, his humor Appear at avery corner of her mind. He sends her mind into a state of confusion.

She hates that she loves him? No, of course not! She loves that she opened her heart to him. She hates that he doesn’t love her back.

Unrequited love, not a place where one can long dwell. Unrequited love. It’s a hell of a place to be.

—- Inspired by love, or dare I say, inspired by the lack of a returned love. Keep flowing. —- N’cki Jaxon, @TheOnly1LadyJ Artwork: Julie Purcell

 
 
 

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