Unrequited
His reluctant eyes
tried not to watch others,
not to hear their whispered
sweet-nothings
which filled his withered heart
with longing.
Next to her at night,
sleepless,
he yearned for her
unfurling;
an opening out.
Instead,
her harsh replies
encrusted him in
scabs,
and her sharp
retorts
turned him inside out;
exposing
the heart
he wore on his sleeve.
©theeditoffice2013
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