Unrequited Love
I fell in love with you too easily. Too easily, I hoped and prayed and placed too much faith in something I knew, in the back of my mind, was not there. I placed you on a pedestal so high and above the clouds it was unreachable, and I loved you from the ground on which I stood to the stars that hung above your head. You never looked down, you never noticed. And I planted beanstalk upon beanstalk to try and get to you, but they all withered and died. I tried and tried, and still you never glanced at me. But I loved you all the same. I loved from a distance, the same way I loved before. It was easy to love you, it was easy to try. And it was easy to get hurt, and have my selfish hopes ruined. It was also easy to stop caring, to stop sitting at the base of the pedestal that I built. Oh it was so easy to dismantle that pedestal. Too easy. It was hard, though, seeing you on the same plane as I. Seeing you for who you were and not what I wanted you to be. It was hard to walk away, because I did love you, I just didn't love you enough to stay and hope anymore. So I did. I walked away, and left you there, bewildered at my antics, and still not seeing the ruins of the pedestal, the dimming of the stars, or the withered beanstalks that littered the ground around you. I walked away. But I left a piece of me with you, and you still haven't noticed.