How timid and delicate could unrequited love be? Even though unrequited love finds its own way in, it’s a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find a way out. I was the one who started it, but without knowing a thing. If he leaves from my sight, it’s a love that ends in vain, without even having a purpose. Never having had a chance to bud or bloom into a flower. Like a seed left forgotten. A love that can never bear fruit. This is… unrequited love.

I’m never gonna wait
that extra twenty minutes
to text you back,
and I’m never gonna play
hard to get
when I know your life
has been hard enough already.
When we all know everyone’s life
has been hard enough already
it’s hard to watch
the game we make of love,
like everyone’s playing checkers
with their scars,
saying checkmate
whenever they get out
without a broken heart.
Just to be clear
I don’t want to get out
without a broken heart.
I intend to leave this life
so shattered
there’s gonna have to be
a thousand separate heavens
for all of my flying parts.

Still, the longer I was around her, the more I could see the colours of her mind and the recesses of her heart. There was a beast in there. But there was also a girl who was afraid of being a beast, and who wondered if other people had beasts in their hearts too. There was strength, and there was also just the determination to look strong. She guarded herself like a secret.