Unwanted Love Poem by Cheyenne Watkins

You told me to 'be happy'.
I responded, 'That's impossible.'
Well...
That's not a lie.
That's the truth.
Everyday, I have to see my one love,
I have to remember you don't love me,
I have to realize I still love you;
I have to deal with a thousand emotions,
Every one conflicting with the next.
Every day I cry,
But the crying doesn't help.
The crying makes it worse.
Everyday, it just gets worse.
That's one more day you don't love me.
I'm counting those days.
Every day hurts worse than the last.
Please don't ask me to be happy.
You're the reason I'm not.
You may not have meant to hurt me so bad,
But you did.
And I'm the one who has to deal with it:
The hurt.
the embarrassment.
The unwanted love.
The impossibility of happiness.