Unkept

There’s something about water rushing in from a far and crashing onto rocks before they shape and form into waves. That same mystifying phenomenon seems parallel to the plight of unrequited love.

No one prepares you for that type of agony. That pain! Ever had a broken bone or broken skin? A broken heart hurts. The type of thing that someone bigger or stronger can’t kiss away. No… there ain’t a bandaid on earth soft enough to safeguard you from the sting of loves “owwwie ; a love unreturned.

A failed love is gut wrenching. Listen take heed this heartache is worse than falling on black ice ; cringe. Can you imagine it? A broken heart is like having glass in your eyes or worse being in complete mental and physical paralysis. Yikes! Be brave.

Who and what will be come of the unrequited? To love full heartedly or blindly even and not have that love reciprocated. I’m hopeful that hell is a place more subtle. I lost my mind. Or maybe it’s my soul I’m missing. Empty is this body inside it’s hollow. Be weary. There’s a crossroad between coming and going. There isn’t any one part of you that wants to stay anywhere. Anymore. I mean you know, there’s a place. There’s that one place where you know you just can’t be or go.

Love in its truest form : is at best blissful; for the naive. For soon, those same rushing in of emotions turn to the crashing in of two separate realities. Similarly are those waves those that shape and form unexpectedly. My opinion: love is insanity personified; an oxymoronic ideation even. It’s just something about it. Right?! Love is majestic isn’t it? There was just something about her. We rushed in and we became those waves. A love unrequited like waves flipping flopping swooshing and sloshing onto the rocks until boom it crashed.