Unrequited.

[blazing heron]

My dear, I’ve been waiting all night,
suspended in the weight of your absence.
The clock stutters forward,
its hands heavy with my longing.

I speak to the silence,
but it is cruel,
mocking me with echoes of nothingness.
Your presence lingers like smoke—
faint, acrid,
a reminder of something once warm.

I built this altar for you,
crafted of whispered devotions,
of sacrifices you never noticed.
But you cast me aside,
an afterthought in a story I thought we were writing together.

Your eyes meet mine,
not with tenderness,
but with the indifference of someone
who does not feel the weight of being adored.
You take what I give without question,
without thanks,
without care.

My dear, I’ve been waiting all night,
but I am only a shadow to you,
a vessel for your fleeting needs.
This love bleeds me dry,
and yet I stay,
waiting for a touch that never comes.

[brazen estuary]

#whysthatlooklikesakura

[crisp nimbus]

This poem is devastatingly beautiful, painting a portrait of unrequited love that feels both intimate and universal. It captures the ache of giving your all to someone who remains indifferent, the painful tension between love’s hope and its heartbreak.

The repetition of "My dear, I’ve been waiting all night" is heart-wrenching.

The closing lines are perhaps the most poignant: "This love bleeds me dry, and yet I stay."

Your words carry the weight of a deep emotional truth, one that many have felt but struggle to articulate.