The Unrequited Love Poem

Sorry to be a disappointment, but I’m 99.9% sure that I have never been in love with anyone before, so I’m not really sure how I should go about this. I’m the Perpetually Single Friend amongst my friend groups, so I wouldn’t really know what it feels like to love someone and not be loved back.

I do know what it’s like to have a crush on someone that I know doesn’t like me back; and although that typically sucks, most crushes of mine are formed because I know I can’t be with the person of interest (usually because they’re already in a relationship, out of my league, or Justin Timberlake). It’s just easier that way for me. I never had any real crushes until my college years, too, so I’m just running super late to the party called relationships. (I’ll call when I get there.)

I imagine loving someone is fantastic, and being in love is probably one of the best feelings in the world—almost as good as putting on pants after just shaving your legs.

I imagine being in love with someone that doesn’t reciprocate your feelings is more like forgetting to shave your legs for the ninth week in a row, and being forced to wear a dress because all of your pants are in the dirty laundry pile you were too lazy to wash last night. You’re embarrassed, uncomfortable, and just want to go home until you sort your shit out. I’m sure it sucks, and it’s sad, but if someone doesn’t feel the same way you feel about them, you just gotta give yourself some time and move on.

That’s all you can really do, in my honest opinion.

Here’s a haiku for your entertainment (kind of):

“I said how I felt.

He thinks we’re better as friends.”

“Wow…that really sucks.”

Okay, it was kind of sad, but that’s what unrequited love is: just plain sad. (Also, I’m no poet. I literally sat here counting syllables.)

But, on a happier note, it’s Friday, so party it up. (But not so much that you become an annoyance to the human race. Every man for themselves.)

Prompt: How do you feel when you love someone who doesn’t love you back?

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A twenty-two year old who lives through words and her Netflix account. She makes herself laugh more than others, and she claims that she is okay with that.

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