Unrequited

A few years ago,

This nice little shepherd boy 

Fell for this ugly blonde witch,

But his love

Was never returned.

Unrequited love,

The worst kind of love of them all.

Well,

Two years later,

The ugly blonde witch was homeless,

And the kind shepherd offered his home to her.

She accepted and moved in with him and his younger brother.

She was a petty witch, making his life miserable while living there.

Anyway, he decided to write a book about her while she was living with him, his unrequited love still killing him like cancer.

And his book was his apology for falling in love with her.

He opened up his veins and drained his soul into the little book, making his own kind of magic.

The witch never read it, though.

No, instead she burned it in front of him.

She skipped through town complaining about the boy who had fallen for her to anyone that would listen.

She told every lady in town that he was poisonous.

And some of them believed her.

Now, whenever he gets close to falling for someone else, the witch pops up from the sewers, to pour poison in the ears of his lovers, ruining his chances at ever finding love again.

Yes, to this day she still gleefully skips through town, with a smirk on her face, as she talks shit about him.

But, through all of the bullshit, he knows how smitten she is that some fool was dumb and broken enough to write a book about her. The little ugly witch loves books almost as much as she loves being loved. 

Every new lover reads his book and asks him about the mysterious witch in it.

And he hates that. He hates talking about her. 

The shepherd boy fell in love, and a writer was born out of it.

Now the poor soul has no chance at happiness.

. . .

Let me tell you something serious, folks, don't fall in love.

And definitely don't write books about your lovers. 

And if you do, definitely don’t stay in the same town as them.

-CH 3/21/25