Unrequited Love (a poem I made)

Unrequited Love (variation 2)

(Almost all the same, but different ending sentence.)

Oh my love, she makes me melt....My love's skin is the leaves blowing in autumn winds, she captivates me, annihilates me, illuminates my heart....My heart speeds when shes near, no training wheels attached, its her voice I long to hear and all my thoughts she's snatched..She's not mine though her love I crave, this romance may follow me to my grave.. Her love may not be for me, but her attention makes me weak, too numb to even speak..While she'll never be mine I long for her affection, each time we hug my heart loses direction. It's time I give up and walk away, but I can't bear to let this obsession fade. There's no explanation, for my complication. Love's easy to have but hard to leave, and I have no more tricks up my sleeve. I hope to let you go before it's too late, your words the only meal on my plate, tell me should I resign to fate, complicate or terminate? I'm too far gone, I can't be saved, it's hard to understand but in two words it can be explained. Unrequited love, yes that is my trouble, around myself I always form a bubble. You popped it, dropped it, and knocked it out cold, now my feelings for you grow stronger, cause trouble, and cant be told. You don't want my love, that's true, but no matter the distance I long for you. I long to be close to you, your touch a firework on my skin, the way you walk confidently inducing a drug unlike any other. I am obsessed, my feelings repressed, like a love contest, I would fight for your love and for you i'd protest. Oh my love, why don't you love me? Why does your heart desire another? Your heart is not mine to steal and that's okay, I'll be here if you need someone to play, stay or give you the time of day. Even if it hurts, i'll let you love elsewhere if that's what you desire, but know you set my soul on fire. There's no telling where I may end up, but in my mind you're stuck, so i'm out of luck. It hurts to see you go, so just know, without you my heart is as cold as the snow, snow that boards in the emotions I conceal, refuse to feel, and can't heal. Here my writing ends, and while I know your mind isn't changed, I hope you comprehend my feelings if ever you feel the same. Until then, I'll rot in silence, refuse violence, ignore triumph. Yours dearly, done nearly, speaking clearly and with hope my music brings you no dread, remember you'll always be loved by bed.