Unrequited Love: a metrical version
- a long poetic version of Unrequited Love.

I initiate with 'Love', pathos I crave
Something that I want someone to grant—like you, I wish you had gave
A feeling that is scarcely shared of
So that I don't have to wonder, that I do not have to asked 'what is Love'?

I am too desperate? I am too needy?
Or is it just that you think me too poor? That I am just greedy?
You fought a match I helped you gain
From someone who is selfish, too vain.

But in the end I think I had given flee
Just 'cause you had simply hugged me.
I was too scared because I felt I would hurt
In the end, it was me who acted like a dirt.

Yet that was the past, an unforgotten recollection
Something both you and I will keep, a retrospection.
So we move on lives like it was nothing at all
Until you and I once again, start to fall.

It's not a fall of feelings, it's a fall of upset debate
That finished where I begin to think it is me you hate.
I am horrible, Tyson—I really am!
I was too forceful I got us in this jam.

I am terrible, Tyson—I really am!
Tell me, I'm too cocky, bitchy, that I'm a scam!
However, you're idea is exactly opposite
You say you don't need me, I shouldn't baby-sit.

It hurt, it broke me to pieces
Because that is one of our awful sceneries.
Did you want me to change, did you want me to be deviant?
I will be what you want me to be—silent or vibrant.

Still… Tyson, don't forget, I cried so hard that night
Because I still hurt, I am such a dreadful sight.
Therefore I conclude to myself that I will change me
That I will be someone, whoever it be.

I let my instinct, pessimist self derive
To be what my soul wanted so hard to strive.
Blank, and cold, and distant, and stark
As if I am walking quietly in the dark.

Unintelligent, dense, quiet, and strange
You would think that I've gone oh-so deranged.
I won't know if it will work, because I don't want to be me
I want to have some time for myself, so then that I will see.

Please leave me alone, I need to meditate
This new Me which I have tried hard to cogitate.
Are you happy, Tyson, that I can be want I used to want?
Then again… I knew all along before that being that I just can't?

I was too good, I was too perfect
Trying to be stupid, didn't affect.
Because… because that time I saw you sleeping
Under that bridge at witching hour, I started pondering.

Would I be good enough, just wishing to be the night?
Would I do anything good if I stay out of the light?
You're out cold, unconscious but dreaming…
I knew it was you, you were murmuring Go Dragoon when you were sleeping.

You must have woken very quickly
Because I knew you spotted my eyes, they're ruby.
You and I talk, we ask what we're doing here
Answering with both just wandering around this river clear.

I don't know what happens but I know it isn't good
When it was then my attitude changed, you nearly understood.
You say things that made me oh-so snap
I couldn't help it, Tyson—I had to give you that solid slap!

You never understood, should you even care
What these feelings for you I want to share.
I never wished for any of this mishap
I wished we could go back, erasing all these horrid crap.

So I run away, out of vision
Near the same river, out of inspection.
I sit by myself, and hug my knees
I want to go to sleep so hard, let me, please.

Then I find myself falling because it begins to darken
Down a bottomless pit, I can't see, it's blacken.
I find myself landing on a road leading two doors
Testing me which is better, these two doors.

One is white, completed with goodness
The other is black, entirely of sadness.
I chose what's right, what's my mark
And opened the door, the one that's dark.

When I uncovered it, what I found is out of the blue
There standing, facing me, is nobody else… but you.
You tell me things that scarcely eased me
I told you I'm hurt and you say you want to heal me.

I'm confused, Tyson, was I in pure bliss?
That time, you had given me a kiss?
Ha! Was I ever so wrong!
It was just a dream, strange but long.

I should be cold, give me no credit
But I feel warm, inasmuch as I have this strange blanket.
Realization hit me, my eyes a wide socket
When I was blanketed with your crimson jacket.

I don't know what to do, I'm more confuse
But keeping it, I certainly refused.
I would feel bad if you didn't have it back
Because it's your favorite, it's your good luck.

I ask myself what is Affection?
Is it a never-ending type of devotion?
I do not, I never really dealt with it
Because right now, I want to feel it.

I am still hurt, by what you said
It engraves my heart, etched in there with dread.
I am perfect, I am flawless
Everyone likes me but I am powerless.

I can't be a perfect girl infinitely
I can't be someone too impeccable, permanently.
I will be what I want, will be what I can
I hope you, too, will decide, if you will become a better man.

Then again, you can't just do what you need to do
They say you must confront your fears, they know it's true.
So I did as told and came to him to return his outfit
Wishing that my nerves of courage are brightly lit.

Rei and Kai and Max and Kenny are there for hello
But they are not there forever with me for support, you know.
Our meeting went well and our conversation was very ordinary
Until he asks me the horrible thing, it nevermore is customary

What have I done to myself? Is that what he asks?
What have I done myself… hmm, that is something I cannot bask.
He says he can't understand, he says he couldn't figure it out
Does the idiot not realize it before, or do I need to shout?

Why can't he be smart as Kenny?
Why can't Tyson have a decent IQ rather than not having any?
He doesn't understand me at all!
Piece the problems together, he's still clueless in overall.

I think you will need many crowds to help him answer a riddle
Of a simple question, or even a grade six puzzle.
He is stupid, he's too dumb
But why do I like him too much, the pain is getting numb?

What is it in him that attracted me so?
Was it his hair, his eyes, or his style of solving, no?
I love Tyson, it's all I can say
I can't love anyone else, whoever cuter it may.

My heart is only set for just that one man
And it has quickly agreed to cherish this odd human.
I know I chose the correct and righteous path
So why can't he understand it as simple as that?

Do I need to show him? Do I have to make him know?
That I like him a lot, this feeling will always grow?
I did as best I could, to show him I want to be his…
I believe he will soon figure it out, with that brief gentle kiss.

I am too selfish, I am too cruel
I cannot win alone this duel.
I need Tyson beside me to this action
So that it will be over soon—this confrontation.

I can't win alone, I can't do anything
I need Tyson with me to say anything, something.
So I will let him decide on the answer for his own mind
So that my love for him, he will figure and find.

But all I can do is walk away and tell him I love him so much
That it's hurting me a lot and such.
There is little time left… so little, which he can silently, debate
For him to reason his own feelings out… before it is too late.

I can't wait forever, I don't want it to break apart
Please, Tyson… quickly understand my heart.