A Little Crush

You make my heart beat a little faster.
You make my skin crawl with goose bumps.
I feel like I could talk to you forever.
I feel like I could tell you everything and more.
I hope you feel the same way.
I really really do.
I...I think I like you.

Oh, Woe is Me ((a pity story...))

How do you let go of something you've loved for so long, so long that it's become a piece of you, inseparable from your own soul. It seems an impossible, inconceivable fate to never have the strength to release this malignant love. I try to kill it, but even silver bullets don't wound it. It's grown too strong for it's own good. It's been too long that it's held on like a parasite, gripping my heart with it ugly, mangled hand. I yearn for the grip to weaken, for the hand to slip, for my heart to finally beat freely and fully again. Oh how tainted I feel. How wounded and incomplete my heart feels. It aches for the return of this love, for the unrequited-ness to disappear. Shouldn't time heal all? Please time, go a little faster. It's already been too many years.

I'm letting it pass me by.
I'm letting it fly over me.
The time is ticking
but I'm not listening.
One minute, one second
Gone.
One hour, one year
Wasted.
How could I let this happen?
How could you let this happen?
The end is only drawing closer.
The beginning is further away.
My time is the water going down your drain.
So uncared for, so misused.