When With Him

To be in love
and to be loved back
are certainly two very
different things.
I'm wide awake remembering
the last most visible memory
I had been in love
with a man who cared
no more than I did,
and it was when stealing glances always
seemed the hardest thing to do,
and avoiding each other's eye
was as painful as painful could get.
I know he couldn't love me.
He's got scars. I've got mine too,
But feeling the painful is like nothing
when with him, and doing the hard
makes life easy when with him.
When with him I am entertained
Though he utters not a sound.
I feel light though silence
is his tone and key. When with him,
I don't even think of myself because when with him,
I feel that he is myself and myself he.
Yet to be in love and not loved back
is beyond painful and beyond hard.
It leaves scars that hurt very much.
I know he couldn't love me.
We've both got scars, and it's painful,
Unbearable, and especially not as pleasurable
as when with him.