Unreciprocated Love

In the quiet spaces of my giving, I find myself lost, slowly reliving, Moments poured like coins into a well, Only emptiness echoed, no stories to tell. Each smile I offered, a piece of my soul, But their hearts remained distant, a gaping hole, I thought love's currency could bridge the divide, Yet I stand on this shore, the other side. Invisible threads I wove with care, Tugged and pulled, tried to repair, The bonds I thought we both held close, Now lie shattered, like forgotten prose. Loneliness wraps around my days, Invisible fog, a haunting haze, I shared my colors, my light, my song, Yet here I am, feeling so wronged. But within this ache, I find my own grace, A strength in standing in my own space, I'll gather the fragments of love I've sown, Piece myself together, and mend my own. The chapter might close, the story's untold, Yet within my own heart, I'll take hold, Of the love I deserve, the love I give, And learn to fully and wholly live.