Unrequited

Empty.

Obsolete.

Not innately worthless, but not living becomes worthless.

Why do I feel such lack and loss?

You have taught me more about death by being alive.

My heart HURTS. My chest is just an enalgma of moving techtonic plates. Constantly changing, constantly constricting.

I want you, still. Always. And still.

I ache about this after every cycle of failed reconnection.

I actually feel like I can cry and though up directly out of my belly and chest.

These feelings are out of my control and I don’t know what to do with them.

Feelings for a character made up in my mind…but does something made up have such a strong hold on me?

There is nothing else that truly compares to you and how I feel and think about you.

I miss you. I want more with you.

It bothers me that I can’t have that.