Unrequited

You've unravelled me,

left me this tangled mess—

wild, unfurled, yearning.

Fingers wait for knitting needles,

palms ache for yours

to mend my frayed threads.

I wonder if this is all imaginary:

a seamstress engulfed in a wrinkled mirage.

But if there's truth in this illusion,

grab the iron, darling.

Let's smooth out these creases,

find 'us' underneath the wrinkles.

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I've discovered some beautiful music lately that's got me in an "unrequited love" moment (or past few weeks). I'm excited to comb through this theme and unpack. Is my luggae safe here? No tags. Just pieces of longing to identify me.