Un-directional Love

No one ever told me that un-directional love hurt like this. The kind of love that has no one to connect to. The kind of love that is just an idea. Poems about love are sweet but when there is no one to direct them at. The love creates a stone in my chest, weighing it down. Sometimes it's a physical pain that made a home out of my heart. And sometimes it's a river that threatens to break the damn of my eyes.