Each day seems like another eternity
Surprised I have survived
Exhausted from trying to maintain some semblance of calm
Internally, uncertainty has me bound and wound
He does not know how unyielding his grip
around my precious heart
unreciprocated love is sorrow
but there is no benefit in crying, so eyes remain dry
unreciprocated love is pain which has fatigued my spirit,
leaving me a shell of who I used to be
all the while, reminding myself that this shall pass,
but wanting to know when.
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