This is not a love poem.

I wrote this about seven years ago. It's actual title is Unrequited Love.
Since then, things haven't improved much for me in this field.
I intend to change that.

A lonely anniversary with only memories and my heart ,
inventing excuses that my love was not senseless
that I may carry on in my struggle to find a meaning
yet her silence for so long is now tearing me apart ,
not from lack of trying have I been relentless
it’s not knowing that embitters this treacherous feeling .
I look into my heart and see nothing but pain
I’ve no love of my own , no pride to regain .

All the things I never said come back to torment me ,
All the tears I never bled now wash my sorrow free ,
All the love that never shed a smile to make me see
A soul on its deathbed for an eternity .

At night I am the Loveless deluded by hope
that someday my dreams will no longer be dreams
but now I live behind faces to hide behind fear
while above my head and for my neck hangs a rope
and so again I stand alone as always it seems ,
a heartful of hunger has lost everything dear .
At times I realise I’ve always been wrong ,
when nothing I do ever lasts for too long ;

All the words that never came nor went to be done ,
All the times I felt the shame for not having had run ,
All the places I held to blame for lack of the sun ,
Were it only a better game then , to enjoy the fun .

This instant battle between regret and shame
seduce no trust from this unjust affair ,
and no amount of wishing will change the past
still unwilling to suffer and reluctant to enflame
unwanted attention that unclear intentions bear ;
then flooded by emotions I left her aghast .
This unforgotten failure to express my desire
freezes my heart in the ashes of a dying fire .

All those tomorrows I forgot had passed ,
All I wanted was an opportunity to last ,
All that happened was far from fast ,
And now it’s too late for the love I asked .