Unrequited Love

Dear Love,
I will love you like the wisp of the wind that floats across the salty ocean breeze. I will because on these subtle days, someday I know I will get to fix you when your world is falling down. I will love you like the moon and the sun and the way it craves the earth because I know you. You have loved me like that. But I have loved you way before my pubescent days were over. I have even loved you in the prime of our lives. Blame me  if I had kept a soul waiting all these years. Blame me for a broken heart and I will always be back to fix you. Time will tell when I will be able to stay with you. My heart has always belonged to you. As my soul craves yours as much as your soul craves me. I. Mine. If you fall, I will be there. Always. To carry you home. To know you’re safe. I will come home to you. This I promise you.

But who can tell why the moon and sun rotates around the earth twice fold to make two days and nights? Who can tell why the days and nights aren’t equated by just times…. You go by the law of the universe and you will soon go your way and I will go mine as these subtle Mondays go by. there can be none such a thing as a coincidence to a poet, but you, you are honest and pure and you go by the laws of the world. Once again you and I are a thing of the past; unrequited. But the surprise….we meet again….

As I think on this during this December, you were meant for me because laws were made to be broken and I have loved your darkest side. You teach me that magic exists. You are the darkest side to my light and you make an eclipse out of the sun as you are my moon. You are dangerous and I like it. You enchant me. You haunt me like the dark side had won. stay with me even though you find me grim and superstitious because I don’t just wanna show you the world. There is more to that than the world. There is magic. I wanna show you all the things; all the phenomena you shouldn’t encounter. I wanna show you magic. Amongst that magic is the infatuation, the euphoria, the power of love.

We’re going by a circadian rhythm dear, tell me when you want me the next time we meet and become unrequited….

to stay….

I crave you.
I crave you….
I love you….
I love you very much…..
Merry Christmas,
my love…..

And even if these words cannot reach you or touch you in some ways then I have written it as bullshit but I swear I\\\’ll love you right my love…..

I swear to it….
I will promise to prove to you that all this bullshit was worthwhile….