Best Reciprocated Poems
it is so cold in the morning
everything feels like cacti with acidic points
i wonder if i felt like being a volunteer for a new type of acupuncture
whatever the heck, it is something i did not expect
i find myself feeling like a clown with no warm heartbeat
i begin to think of myself as a steering wheel made of solid metal brick
i drive you away so hard without regard
my whole body is sticky buns gone wrong in the evening
the taste of the vibe is sour not sweet
i make myself delete and admit defeat
the agony is mercilessly antagonizing
the pros are all poisonous, feeble attempts like coins
i dream of dying with my nose buried between the warmth of your cleavage
then again, i have lifetime purgatory with the moniker labelled onanism
.... and i ask myself, 'what do i have to lose'....
I had waited and waited fruitlessly
For a day like this to come
A day when you'll finally
Feel the way I feel for you
All were only a dream
Because your heart was never for me
I had waited at the river bank
Hoping that one day
You shall come; meet me there
Holding my hands
Laughing to my unfunny jokes
And walking down to the river isle
I had always succumbed to your isms
Hoping that that will win you over
But all my hopes were dashed
Because your ism and my ism
Was clearly different
Which makes me feel partially defeated
I had gone to your father's garden
Admiring the rose flowers there in
Sniffling into my lungs every sweet smell of each daffodils
Just like I have seen you do
But non ever made sense to you
You gave me zero hopes
Having been obsessed with my dream
Now I have realised
No matter how I tried
We just can't be together.
All I wanted was something to eat,
what you gave me was disrespect.
This fight in me belongs to each of you,
we all live under the American flag.
I put on the uniform I held up a rifle
to protect all of you from harm’s way.
You think that would warrant a smile.
At the very least? Simple kindness.
The country I was willing to die for,
how quick it turned it’s back on me.
Still I’d do it all over again for her,
maybe I’m a glutton for punishment.
I know love isn’t always reciprocated?
But damn, I fought for you to be free.
Time and time again I wear my heart on my sleeves
cupid shoots it's arrow again but it's never at me
I fall so fast, it doesn't last
I'm left to cry and wonder why it always happens this way
Are they some how immune to loving me?
I walk this earth alone again
each day feels like I'm being punished for something
I grow numb inside and my heart starts to feel tired
It wasn't supposed to happen this way
why do they never reciprocate my feelings?
All this time alone isn't doing any healing
When will my chance finally come along?
I hide the pain so well I've almost convinced
myself that love isn't everything.
But it is everything at least to me.
Reciprocated.
Unrequited love, the feeling I’ve felt every time I fall for an individual. It’s a feeling that stays hidden at first but slowly becomes a reality, a reality that the love you are giving isn’t being reciprocated back to you . It’s like a one-sided echo in the halls of my heart,
a silent song sung only for myself,
because to love them is to build a castle on sand,
and to love them the way I do,
is to love someone who doesn't love you the same. To feel for someone who doesn’t feel for you.
To want to feel someone who only wants to graze your outer layer. You long for a touch of love over lust, their acknowledgment, clinging desperately to the smallest gestures, a fleeting smile, a shared glance. You dissect these moments, searching for a sign, a hint of reciprocation. Yet, you exhaust yourself trying to bridge the gap, to make them see, to make them feel what you do.. Until the day it appears to you that they simply just can’t. But still you stay with hope in your heart that one day they will see just how much you mean to them, that just one day they will love you just as much and even more than you do. You hope and you hope and you hope… You had imagined moments where their eyes would light up at the thought of you, where your presence would stir something deep within them. You had felt that spark, the connection you believed could grow. Yet here they are, effortlessly intertwined with someone else, sharing the kind of love that you craved for yourself—a love that feels as if it was meant to be so freely exchanged, so readily given, just not to you. Oh, how it burns to see them. To see them open up, to have their heart open. A door for them to easily fall in love. The love that you so desperately want, to see them reciprocate. To have them love someone else and as deeply as you'd hoped they'd love you. It's a constant reminder of what you crave, the love, and the need for acceptance that you can't get. At last, the painful truth sweeps over you like a cold wave: it wasn’t that they were unable to fall in love. It’s not that they lack the capacity for emotional connection; rather, it’s the stark reality that their heart, so full of warmth, simply doesn’t choose you