Unrequited

I loved you,

too early

like morning dew.

I loved you,

too deep

like Romeo knew.

I loved you,

too flamboyant

like a bright hue.

I loved you,

too calm

like the color blue.

I loved you,

too obsessed

like adhesive glue.

I loved you,

too distant

like photographs of you.

I still love you,

I still admire you,

But not in the way I used to,

not in the way I would have,

not in the way I ever will.