Unrequited Love I have begun reading a book it tells a tale of love combined with paranoia so strange, yet so familiar Something I do not understand, yet still makes me think back Makes me think back to times, times long gone for me Times in which I couldn't know Times in which I couldn't show, that which I had to give, that which I needed from you to live Had I given my love then, had I told you then, perhaps then I wouldn't have been, the way I am now Alone and desolate Dying and forgotten I am reading a book It speaks to me in tongues, twisted tongues, tongues I do not know, understand or trust I'm being taken back, back to when things were easy With ease gliding through life, gliding through life, because it used to fit me, in a way it never will again A convulsion makes me twitch, shiver and grunt with pain It slowly slithers up through my chest, making me feel sick, creeping and crawling up to my head, putting thoughts in there, that don't belong, not there, not anywhere I will have read this book, and it will be done It will be done as my love was done It will die as everything will, be gone with the wind, compared to life, what does it matter really? I wanted so badly, for you to requite my love Yet the truth I saw was not true, it was what I wanted it to be, nothing more, nothing less, nothing at all You will never know, that I wrote this, for you to remember, me as I once was, as I remember you, for what you could have been You will never again find me, because the truth belongs to everybody, just as I belong to nobody, I am the power freed After my moment has passed, if it will ever come Will it ever come? Yet another demarcation, had you seen the light, had you held me tight, nothing is there left for me to say, but farewell, sleep well, goodnight Let peace be the journey