Unrequited.

It's like you're talking into vacuum
and expecting a reply.
It's like an incomplete song-
no music, just a rhyme.

Each breath of mine, is for him.
And he breathes free.
Seems like I've lived only for him
to someday accept me.

Looking into those eyes,
my entire world, I see.
A part of him and a part of me,
together, a different entity.

Being beside him
is my greatest bliss.
While in his mind,
he awaits an other's kiss.

The cruelty of feelings-
like a slow knife, it kills.
I feel like never feeling again;
swallow a desensitizing pill.

Yet hopes flicker
on a candle molten with time.
The flame burning out,
possibility merging with grime.

...And the dusty piano
plays a consistent music composition
without a rhyme.

Oftentimes I feel...

Oftentimes I feel...

What more could I wish for in life
If each of my mornings, the soft sunlight
radiating on your dreamy face
were my first sight?

What could be a better melody to hear
when laying my head on your chest,
your breath and your heartbeat
would make the best tune to my ears?

What could be more secure
than my tears landing on your shoulder.
your arm across my shoulder,
my hand held with a promise in yours?

What could be more beautiful
than watching a smile play on your lips,
your face glowing in the night,
under the soft light of a full moon?

What could make a better evening
than a small coffee table,
soft music in the sunset,
Love overflowing through the chimney?

And what could be more joyful, more satiating,
more unconditionally contenting,
than watching you smile,
affection in your eyes,
the evening breeze kissing your hair:

Knowing exactly what I mean, when I say "Oftentimes".