Amongst the a.t.m. receipts in my wallet

I gotta ticket           of unrequited love

It's not as simple as the a.t.m receipts, you see —

like you could punch the numbers on the terminal

and hit the Green Key for "Here she comes" —

She never came out for me

even though she'd signed that ticket

with a blue felt-tip pen, and made promises

she would never keep.

Unrequited love, I miss you

even though you may have sung me in songs

your hopeless muse.

If you really have decided to void that ticket,

the time period has expired            f.y.i.

and there is nothing you can do about it now

You'll stay larger than life

and me — your audience, holding on to that ticket —

looking like those a.t.m receipts

wit their thermal ink....

f a d i n g

every passing day

as I strive to rub you off my memory

and punch numbers, to make a living.

Unrequited love, I miss you.

1.

I am tired of being mistress and a diva in closed doors,
I want you to take me out and tell the world,
that I belong to you.
Own me, the way you picked me up from road.
fearless and bold!

2.

My role in bed is my choice, not your demand.
So don't think,
I am entertaining you.
It's you who needs me and rely on me.
I can leave,
whenever
I want.

3.

You said you have arranged a place,
an opulent room for just two of us.
I won't mind,
being close with you.
But last time I checked
you said
you love me.