The unwanted paramour
I could feel the walls closing in around me.
The morbid feeling of being lonely, was making it difficult to breathe.
Slowly, I am becoming a shell of my former self.
I find myself latching on to the unavailable.
They accuse me of being unbalanced, but they don’t see what I see.
He wants to love me, although it’s a secret. Even to him.
I will continue to watch from afar.
As radical as it might be.
I will read his ramblings, for I know they are for me.
I will write our story, in the hopes that he will remember.
As I lay here tonight , I welcome my dreams.
My dreams are the only hope I have left.
Note: This was don for trifecta challenge. We had to use the third definition of the work radical.