Unrequited Love

You sit and you wait, wait for some sign that you’re not just waiting for some empty end. That everything your going through, everything you have felt, will feel, and are feeling isn’t just one sided, that the love is just as big on both ends of the road. You live in a world of quiet love, secretive love, one-sided love. You hear the stories of the past, told that you can never relive those for that part of life is gone, you can only live for what you can scrounge up. You hear stories of things that still happen, but without you, things that should happen for you too, but cannot and will not for you are to far apart for those things- both physically and mentally. For you represent both hope and hurt which is something that may never be able to be conquered. You are punished for what you have never done nor been given a chance to prove wrong. You smile quietly as you pretend to understand why you are so shut out, because you have been hurt just as much, maybe even more so and have still chosen to let in this love. You sit and wonder what could possible be the misfiring in you that makes this the most unconceivable thought, completely loving you. What is so completely lacking in you that just makes you this unwanted, unloved, un-needed? You try to answer this question, but it is lost for you have no answers. You will never have answers for you are to afraid to ask the questions, afraid of losing what you hold most dear to you, this one-sided love is the love of your life, the love you have had since you were very young. You would take a one-sided love and little attention that you do receive over none at all, for unrequited love is just as romantic even if it is the most painful.

Living Life in Fear

Living life in fear, so many do it and yet so many do not fully understand the meaning. Some fear what might happen if they give their heart again. For others, it is just the fear of getting out of bed in the morning because they have no idea what may lie ahead of them as their feet hit that cold, hard floor. Then for some, it is just the fear of life. The fear of everything that has come before, what is happening, and what is coming. The fact that they must live their lives completely for other people, not a moment for themselves, nothing ever being asked about what it is they might want. Nothing in place except for the lives of everyone around them, sitting quietly in a dark room waiting for the next command, the altercation that is waiting around the bend, sitting hoping that they forget about them-forget that they exist just even for a moment. Letting them have a minute of a life that could be theirs, even if it is really just a fantasy. Alone in the room realizing that even the life ahead is what is going to be totally of what someone else can do, and lived through the eyes of another, even though this life is different, even though in a odd, sometimes lonely way, they will loved in this way. Living as they do, living in fear of your own life, of your own daily tasks, is a hard, bumpy road to live down. Sometimes it is concealed in a lovely package, none ever knowing what truly lies beneath the surface. Those who live in fear hide from the world outside of themselves, for it is too hard for them to truly see what it is that they cannot be or ever have. For in the real world, rescues are only on DVD’s.