So...I Wrote a Poem About Unrequited Love

I cannot monopolise your feelings

Or cameo in your dreams

I’ll never sit with you and talk freely

Between coffee and Arnott’s Creams.

Because you don’t know the private struggle:

The thoughts that flail about

In the mind of the unloved man

Who stares blankly into space

And forgets as best as he can.

There’s always that craving;

That lust for supple skin

There is no desire as intense

No feeling that is akin.

I need that recognition;

Tell me that I matter.

Create a second groove in my couch

Before my self-esteem falls to tatters.

You’ll never know the feeling

Of wanting what you can’t get.

Kiss me now:

Hard;

With passion;

Because it’s better to try

Than to regret.