Unrequited Love

Loving her,

Was like the sun falling for the moon.

 

She, content.

Though flawed and imperfect.

 

She was his moon,

He, the sun.

 

And he felt the need 

To be her source of happiness.

 

So he gave her his light,

His prized ipseity.

 

To give someone your all,

He did just that, like the sun.

 

Because night is when,

The stars shine the brightest.

 

He became her source of light

Receding into the darkness.

 

And she could never do same,

Not that she had to.

 

She owed him nothing,

Not time, nor light.

 

And in his times of plight,

When he felt used, abused or depressed even,

 

She, quite the daydreamer,

Was nowhere to be.

 

And he blamed her, for his hurt.

Trying to fathom her transience.

 

She whispered into his ear,

“I never asked, that you be there for me.

You needed me,

Sadly, I never did.”

 

Unrequited love,

That of the sun and moon.