Exceptional Unrequited love No More Black Hearts by Heather Knight

remember the day  I cut that casual thread  between us? I’d love to go back in time and speak about  an ebony note instead, any safe topic, even the sun.  infatuation is a funny thing  when it’s not reciprocated. the black hearts stop, and so do the hidden words.  but fear not, I’m old, not blind. we live in different worlds,  different dimensions. our paths will hardly ever cross. I know you’re special, while I’m just one of many. maybe one day, we’ll be able  to start again. almost friends? Author Notes Thanks for reading my somewhat dark poem.

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