Unrequited love

Unrequited love is like
standing in an ascending lift
moving at insane speed
getting to the highest storey
with a transparent flooring
looking down, like a bottomless pit
fearing that I will somehow slip
falling and smashing into a million bits
the heart’s a hair strand over the edge

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