Only a One-Sided Love Would Know

Only a one-sided love would know what it feels like to stay awake until the sun rises when his scent still lingers in the air that you breathe as if he just walked right past at you with his face freshly shaven when the memory of him still flashes in places that his nakedness has laid on the night before your bodies were one, like two candle lights morphed into the same flame of your desires

Only a one-sided love would know that waiting for someone is like sitting still in the sand from dusk to dawn hoping for an endless summer that's never going to happen like looking right into his soul with so much love and passion when all you see are the never-ending waves of emptiness and coldness of the waters that reflects from his eyes

Only a one-sided love would know what it's like to reach for the stars with only one hand and it's impossible for you to be noticed when you're just one particle of the milky way and there are other stars brighter than you when you look at him but he is looking the other way when your heart still beats for him but his heart no longer beats for you because someone has already changed its rhythm.

Only a one-sided love would know when to stop wishing and fantasizing for a stone will remain a stone even when it gets broken that it will only change its form when the world starts crumbling down when the ice wrapped around his heart has already melted and replaced with the rose thorns he had planted over yours.

Only a one-sided love would know the excruciating pain and agony of sleeping beside him but still longing for him, of being touched by him but not feeling him, of being in love with him but not being loved by him.

Only a one-sided love would know. Only you and I would know.