Love is an acceptable form of insanity
Unrequited love is an acceptable form of rejection
It’s the constant feeling of uncertainty
Falling upon false impressions
From over-read simple conversations
We sit here and wonder, cry, and complain
Listen to overrated love songs about heartache
(Or avoid them completely)
Because they seem to fit the situation perfectly
Scream at romantic comedies because ours is so plain
But can we really blame the person who said no?
Do we really need to point the fault at someone else?
Rather than admit that we were a little too over our heads
Or that we expected too much
Or we wasted too little time?
Thought too hard and said nothing at all
Or said it too soon because timing said it was wrong
Well unrequited love is rejection
That timing planned
Dear Juliet 