Only if the grief would have engraved

In the lonely cracks of my soul

Maybe then it would have been a little okay.

But the curse of feeling too much

And yet failing to express every sentiment

Becomes the burdened voice in the corridors

Of affection left unreturned.

Should I consider being kind hearted

A curse or a blessing ?

To escape these emotional paradoxes

That weighs heavily on my existence

Is something for once, I need.

But maybe the curse is in

Expecting no reciprocity ,and the

Blessing might be in the purity of intention,

The selfless offerings of emotions that seek

Nothing but the well-being of the cherished other.

The distress that came from falling too deeply in love,

Will I ever be able to escape them all?