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.