Do you feel whole?
Do you feel whole after every drip & taste of your love has been sucked dry? Do you feel whole when you witness the smile you created on another’s face, only to turn back and look into your own tired eyes or your own empty smile? Do you feel whole when you look in the mirror while you pray for someone to crave you the same way you crave them?
The same way you deserve to be craved.
Unrequited love is one hell of a bitch when you find her. She’ll always show you a side that craves more than the other. Making it known that there’s a divide in reciprocity.
From me to you. From me to me.