Together, we wrote proses and poems,
carefully stroking each word - with pain.

Together, we listened to the same songs,
sharing how the lyrics pierced deep - with sadness.

Together, we loved other partners,
often argued with them; felt drained, dragged - with disappointment.

Together, we gazed at the stars and the moon above,
may better things happen, we pray - with hope.

Together, we told stories of our lives,
chipping away the wall between us - with trust.

Together, we magnified the connection,
conversing for hours and hours to pass - with control.

Together, we sought distractions,
side by side we fell into slumber - with comfort.

Together, we pulled ourselves up,
lightening the burden on our shoulders - with compassion.

Together, we flashbacked the tough years,
burying the unchangeable experiences - with acceptance.

Together, we reminisced our life-changing moments,
realizing how further we've gone from that - with growth.

Together we sang. Together we cried.
Together we peeled away the loneliness inside.

Together we laughed. Together we dreamt.
Together we felt comfortable dwelling on each other's head.

But there was one exception, as it is to every rule.
In almost everything, we were together, but when I fell, I was alone.

And alone I broke.

The perfect man is but ordinary,
He cries and laughs like all the rest.
He doesn't have the perfect body
yet the masks he wear are just the best.

He smiles even when he's unhappy
and treats every gal as a friend.
He carries every talk so cheerfully.
His personality is one you'll commend.

But there's one secret he's kept long
that only his girlfriend has known.
A dark trait embedded in his soul
for how deceitful this man has grown.

To this girl, he does a lot of lying
and he doesn't feel guilt or remorse.
He just loves to hear her crying.
His lies to her are such a curse.

He goes out at night to party
and the girl knows not where he goes.
She drops 20 calls, so worried
but he ignores her like she's a ghost.

Still, the perfect man is lucky
for his friends believe he is all-good.
In their eyes, he is mistake-free
and wouldn't do harm even if he could.

To a realization, the girl arrived,
and thought no perfect man exists.
For if there is, then a perfect lie
can make her broken when she believes.

Like a fool, with an unrecognized devotion,
I loved him deeply yet I wasn’t loved in return.
I got fed with all our irrational argumentation,
Often gave up, yet still had doubts if I’d end such relation.
Then I asked myself, shall I give him a chance?
Must I endure this unrequited love?

Hear thy mournful cries of trepidation and doubt,
“Why can’t I find the remnants of thy piteous heart?”
They say, better leave him and make a new start
But intense emotions of ambiguity would thwart.
Thus I tell myself, give him a second chance.
You’ll be happy soon; hold on though it’s an unrequited love.

Tears would then fall to somehow ease the sorrow
And try to veil the truth that thy heart cometh hollow.
But even if all tears’ dried up today ‘til tomorrow,
When all rains would halt, still, no rainbow will follow.
But I tell myself, wait for another chance.
That time maybe, he’ll learn, and it won’t be an unrequited love.

Years after, I still loved him amidst the endless plights.
He drained my soul; brought me to a black hole in life.
Thoughts that ‘I don’t deserve this’ amassed to greater heights
Then a string cut loose, I faced the sightless sight.
Now, I begged myself, none more of these chances.
Please, I plead, quit enduring this unrequited love!

Beneath a thousand twinkling stars in my windowpane,
Lies the most perfect replica of wishful thinking in suffering and pain---
My self with an unrequited love.

~Danessa Jutba~