Unrequited

Lemon hearts dreaming of heaven,
but that tart taste so snarls the senses
what agony burns inside
from knowing it is all unrequited
though still yearning, craving, longing
totally wishing it was meant to be.

Taking time to try and find
some way to make it all perfect,
stumbling over misunderstandings,
little stab wounds ignore
for there is the wish, the deep desire
this could truly be a match.

Then the final departure
rots away the dream
like a cancer,
at least, with sadness and regret
aware there are only toxins
in the kiss of two lives
who together create an acid.

Sitting down and in resignation accepting
what would never thrive as one
only lead to the death of love
because it would have a bittersweet aftertaste.