Unrequited Love

Love that finds no means to return Stays stuck in a void Of what if’s and what nots It makes a loop of an unending cycle Only to be broken and lay Spattered No guilt, no promises Love that only goes on one path Is forgotten to all others But oneself It carries the faith Of a thousand loyal devotees For a god made of cold stone Staring down on those at his feet You only a speck in a pile of dust Love only given Is a story of nightmares Tugged into bed of the darkest nights With tears of smoke And smiles of glass No trace of what had stayed And what hadn’t It is the utter helplessness And the strength To do what one must To live with a burden Worthy of skies While not pouring out The thunder and the cries.