unrequited love

The is that never was...

The is that never was the illusion of something beautiful my mind fooled myself into believing could ever be…

The is that never was constructed following the blueprint of my heart’s design; the architect of my desires…

The is that never was what my soul felt when we were together; what my spirit longed for, for so long; ….

The is that never was in a stolen kiss good night, to lie with him and trace his form with my fingers, the thump of his heart; the synchronizing of our breath…

The is that never was what it was the first day and what is not and could never be today…

The is that never was the feelings I have for him…

The is that never was reciprocated; never was requited; never was him feeling the same.

– Christian l'Aviance