Constellations Of The Mind

Unrequited Love

Your augmented my yearning for you when you looked at me like that.

If you don't love me, why'd you do it?

Was it to cajole me?

What more could you want?

My spirit has already given you all that I can manage to give.

I don't want your empathy; I want your heart.

I am absolutely fanatical about you.

You leave me breathless, babe.

Maybe there's hypothetical reasoning to back this obsession up.

Wait! Just listen a moment longer!

I've got a confession.

I tried to get over you; it's true.

For a while, I did, and my skies were for once unimaginably beautiful shades of blue.

It brought a kind of nonchalant joy; genuine, and it did not last.

It's beginning to seem like you'll be getting the last laugh.

I am completely penurious when it comes to love.

My heart sits lonely in a pit of dust.

Now, life has such a soporific feel.

I know, I know; You don't care.

Once, I thought that this undeniable wanting to touch your skin was transient, but I was wrong.

I will remain wary of this fire of craze for you that I have let myself become.

I will continue to go on in a manner that leaves me numb because of this stupid, selfish, and torturous unrequited love.