One Platonic Lover

He doesn't know the nights i cried for him.
He doesn't know the thoughts i had for him.
He doesn't know the things I want to tell him.
He doesn't know the pain of my heart every night I burst into tears.
He doesn't know the happiness i wanted to share with him.
He doesn't know the places I want to go with him.
He doesn't know that everything will be fine.
He doesn't realise I'm there for him, no matter what.
He doesn't know the prayers i offered in his name.
He doesn't know the times I complicated my mind for him.
He doesn't know the songs i want him to listen to.
He doesn't know the poems i want him to read.
He doesn't know the years I waited.
He doesn't know the times I was present with him, in my absence.
He doesn't see the scars I bore for him.
He doesn't see the fights I fought for him.
And when the sun hits the ocean,
The tears that flowed was enough and more for a pond.
And finally as the unsaid words remain unsaid,
illusions and intuitions
remain just as
illusions and intuitions.
My love remains unsung with the rusting piano,
Like the never cleaned polluted river.
This platonic lover and her divided soul,
Torn apart at the waltz dance and love songs.
You say it's normal if love hurts,then what it is if it can only hurt you?

A.C