Suffering pains, the unrequited type.
Innocent delusions keep the pain alive.
Unscathed - oh I wish, can’t say that to be the truth.
Deep cuts to my being, reminiscent thoughts of you.
Was afraid at the start and the fears came to fruition,
Self-fulfilling prophecy, created my own conditions.
Love is pain and nobody can say different.
Unless the love is new, marking the beginning of the end.
Experience is a teacher, without mercy or empathy.
Look out for love not returned, or you’ll be feeling a lot like me.