Shipwrecked Heart

And how many ways can I pour out my heart?

Can I pour it out in words?

In song?

In deed?

Do I shout it? Whisper it? Write it on the wall?

Does it matter?

Unrequited love leaves a woman

Shipwrecked…

All of the goals…

All of the plans…

Wondering what went wrong…

Wondering if there’s anything left…

Any remnant to be saved?

One is external…

One is internal…

And there’s nothing in the middle to

Translate…

I didn’t know I could feel so alone

When there’s another person in my bed.

The less I feel heard,

The more I scream,

And the more I am blocked off….

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know what to say.

How can you study the sweetest of words,

But have none for me?

How can I feel any more

Rejected

By the only one

I want?

You’ve told me before that you wouldn’t fight for this,

And I know.

You won’t fight for me.

Three years is a long time to

Fight

A

One-sided

Battle.

I’m exhausted.

Unloved.

And unappreciated.

I can’t give what I don’t have

And I’ve poured out everything

In me.

How many ways can I

Pour

Out

My

Heart?

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