If It Never Begins, It’s Poetry

I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried, But your eyes pull me, like waves to the shore, How can I forget what never died? I search for you where the lost hopes hide, A glance from you—my heart beats once more, I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried. Among the crowd, where echoes collide, Yet only your silence cuts to the core, How can I forget what never died? My heart still follows, though fate has denied, Like a story unwritten, an unopened door, I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried. If love was a fire, it would have subsided, Yet here I stand, still longing for more, How can I forget what never died? "If it stays, it’s love,"—I whisper, teary-eyed, "If it ends, it’s a tale... if it never begins, folklore." I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried, How can I forget what never died?