I felt that I loved

you.

It didn't have to

mean anything

except to me.

My romantic feelings are

worthless,

extra,

unemployed,

homeless.

Aimless love

is for someone else,

reminds

me I'm human,

as if I didn't know.

I will soon be less than homeless.

Bodyless.

Mindless.

Soulless.

Breathless.

My love not only

is not requited

it can never be requited.

It's unrequitable.

It's beyond existence.

It cannot echo.