Love doesn't make sense,
It's chaotic,
It's an all-over-the-place kind of an emotion,
Should I cry over my limited days with you,
Or laugh about the forever I lived while looking into your eyes,
Be content with what I have- this time, this moment
Or keep praying for a miracle that I know will never happen,
And now I am laughing,
For my silliness, for my love that is laughing right back at me
But no matter what anyone says,
Unrequited love is beautiful
It ends too soon, and yet somehow always keeps beating
You find it in every little hope of seeing the one you love,
You come across it on specials dates that you both shared,
In words that only made sense to you,
It finds a way to keep itself alive,
Even in the tears, even in the promises that you made to yourself that this time you will forget him,
It finds a way to rekindle itself each time your tears dry up,
Everytime you hear his name, Everytime you dream of him,
Everytime you breathe.
©tanyamir
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