Unreturned (And Returned)

Unreturned (And Returned)

A Poem by Madeleine Celeste
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Why not I already hate myself as is this won't make it worse right right

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How dreary times are for the ones

Whose love is unreturned

How hard it is to break hearts

That eternally hath yearned

For villainous it seems to be

To lower hopes so high

And so it feels to broken ones

The heart may never fly

But years still go (not feeling so)

And strangers will pass through

Till time slows for the newcomer

Who makes love bright anew

So though the grief seems never ending

Know it isn’t true

Through heartbreak’s devastating wound

Someone is there for you





How joyous times are! For the ones

Whose love is now returned!

To think the one who comforted

Would turn the one who yearned.

And villainous it was indeed

To see your hopes so high

Be dashed, and their own breaking ones

Finally seeing why.

And months, they go (tranquil but slow)

As strangers we passed through

Till love was almost everywhere

And remarkably, in you.

We thought the grief was never ending-

Well, it isn’t true.

“Through heartbreak’s devastating wound”-

I found that I loved you.


And found you loved me, too.




© 2018 Madeleine Celeste



Author's Note

Madeleine Celeste
so the original poem was written for someone (that I never delivered because I thought it was embarrassing) (it was, there was a reason for that you absolute numbskull) (I literally described the fact that they would find love in someone) (Wow, the, just, wow. I had no clue) . The second poem I wrote a whileish ago upon realizing the irony of it all. So, have a thing.

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Added on February 15, 2018
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Madeleine Celeste
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"I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it!" -Buddy The Elf, 2003 Hopeless romantic (as you've probably figured out by now).None of my poems will probably make sense, and if you're no.. more..

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