Written over a progression of days in my dear Spanish class. I keep telling myself that poetry will be my downfall, and yet I still manage to slide in with the good grades. As is life.

Unrequited love sucks. Most of my experiences come from being the Unrequited Lover. This isn't too polished, but I liked the concept of exploring the side of the Object of Unrequited Affections.

(Though I have to say, if some gentleman told me that he had defined himself in the crooks of my elbows and the angle of my nose, it'd be rather difficult to not requite that one *cue swoon*)

EDIT: Oh my goodness. I'm unworthy! A DD? I could probably go on about how I danced around my room and woke up my family and can't stop shaking, but that would be rather boring. So I'll just let all of you know how much this means to me. This comes at one of the most difficult times of my life, and over the past few weeks, I felt like my writing was slipping farther and farther away from me. There is no way for me to fully describe how wonderful this is.

Thank you so much to for featuring this piece.

And I suppose while I've got this little bit of spotlight, I urge everyone to go check out and . Both are fabulous additions to the lit community here at deviantART, so check them out!

To all of you who left the kind words and wonderful comments, it means the world to me. I have no idea when I'll be able to respond, but they're very much appreciated.