The Most Loved & Unloved Exist as One

"The Most Loved & Unloved Exist as One

Wondering ideas, embedded from a deep, long hunger to know love, adorn. Will I overcome to find that connection I so dearly crave? Would I even be able to recognize or allow myself to comprehend and receive such things? The wondering lustrous finds are just an equivocal taste left lingering a sensation left on my lips that carves its way into my heart. Overwhelmed in sadness to discover more. Yet, temptations yield to the fears of another disappointment. False hopes built on nothingness, pondering bonds of intangible affairs. How can one not feel the despair? Is there someone for me? Doubt supersedes the quest to attempt. Are positive affirmations a facade of pain? A test of doable reminders to love myself enough through felt moments of solitude. You're worthy, are they? You got this. Will this dehydrated thirst be quenched? I reflect an outpouring of love and passion; it's just my nature. I will never understand why such things are dismissed. Are dark secrets unveiled within my eyes? Why is the ability to show love seen as weakness, a readiness not well-received? Should it be fought and won just as it's done?

The Most Loved & Unloved Exist as One

Yearning for something that was never mine. Did you resemble a lover of a lost time? Sparking the connection I crave lit my desires on fire. Longing for the forgotten, a disheartening departure. The most I've ever been in love was in a dream. Beautifully potent, intoxicating, love felt to the depths of my being. Intertwined magically, beating as one, a contentment I have never known. Losing you in what felt like a lifetime left me drowning in asphyxiation. Clinging to you, pleading desperately as you fade into just a memory. The emptiness of your absence invaded me, stealing a piece of my soul. Purest exhibit of love met with the tragedy of you being torn from me. Years later, I can still hear and feel my cries for you not to leave, to know your love and the tormented feeling of your absence. To this day, I know what real love should feel like. That is my measurement. I would trade my everlasting undying breath to find you again. So to say I've never been in love would be a lie. For it flows through my essence of being, tangible by my touch, seen in expressions of my passionate ways. Ironically, the most loved and unloved exist as one. Sorrow that swells internally within weeps in discrete. Might I find you in tangible flesh, where the unity of our hearts beats? Longing for an unknown figure feels like such a defeat. Shall this curse of our love only find balance in different realms? Where are you? I would travel across every sea of the world, pick through every grain of sand, even if it just meant, just that one last breath again. You would be mine as I yours. Then & only then could I say I've been in love.

The Most Loved & Unloved Exist as One

I am inspiring & loved by many in all different capacities. For the love I give, passionate creative ways, for the ideas. It's these idealizations they flock to me with hungry eyes. For the same adoring reasons, it is disregarded by fear of measurement. An aptitude of unreadiness, equally distributed, as I too become enthralled in my fantasies and doubts. Just as ideas are readily exaggerated, they're dismantled, easily predisposed in the solo journey of the unknown. Solidarity is my home where I live alone.

My dreamy lover, I call to you! How many lives have we lived worlds apart? Will this desolate giver ever be matched? Am I destined to start the torches so others may know? Is my story written to sit in the stars? Shall I await among the vastness of night's sky to light the way for others? Is it my forsaken path to only know when my brilliant light fades to my demise? Is then I will find? Might I come in a blazing shooting star to land just where you are? Will you say, "Damn, it took you long enough"? My love, is this our reunion? The rawness of our naked bared souls, where do you begin and I end?

Love, am I afraid of love? The only thing terrifying is not to be met with mutual love.. physical energetic attraction, I want unconditional souls digging bare into me, I would do anything, I want to kiss you when you're across the room, cry together kinda love, tell me everything, empowering goals desires dreams build together, can't breathe without you. Captivated and loves the wholeness of your being, I feel your absence kinda love. I want real love no questions 100%, I'm in love!

It's not that I just want it or need it, I require it. For I will travel this solo journey for my love. Until we meet again, my energy extends to magnify yours. May the silhouette of my dreams become unveiled along my path and make it known."In the heart's deep caverns, where emotions reside,

"The most loved and unloved" truth does confide.

A paradoxical dance of joy and of pain,

In love's intricate tapestry, they both shall reign.

"The most loved" shines bright, a beacon of light,

Filling our souls with warmth and delight.

Cherished, valued, understood in our core,

Love's embrace leaves us longing for more.

Yet alongside this love, another does dwell,

"The most unloved," a lonely, desolate knell.

Longing, yearning, for a connection so deep,

In the shadows of love, its secrets it keeps.

But together they merge, in a mystical twist,

In the depths of our hearts, they coexist.

For the longing we feel, the unloved, the pain,

Are but echoes of love, in a bittersweet refrain.

So embrace both these sides, let them be as one,

For in their union, a truth is spun.

That love is not simple, but a complex blend,

Of joy and of sorrow, that knows no end. In the realm of love, where emotions run deep,

"The Most Loved & Unloved Exist as One," they keep.

A hunger for connection, a thirst to know,

Will these desires be fulfilled, or forever in sorrow?

Pondering these ideas, a taste on the lips,

Longing for love's embrace, in a world that often skips.

False hopes and fears, a dance we all know,

Can we break free, or forever in woe?

Yearning for a love that was never ours,

A dream that ignites, like distant stars.

In dreams, we find the most profound love,

But in reality, it fades, like a mourning dove.

Inspiring & loved by many, yet solitude is our home,

In our fantasies and doubts, we often roam.

Will we ever find the one who matches our soul,

Or are we destined to walk alone, an unfulfilled goal?

Calling out to our dreamy lover, across time and space,

Will our paths ever cross, in this vast cosmic race?

Afraid of love, yet craving its touch,

In our hearts, we feel it, oh so much.

For love is not simple, nor easily defined,

It's a complex tapestry, in which we're entwined.

In the dance of love and longing, we find our truth,

"The Most Loved & Unloved Exist as One," a bittersweet proof.