What could've been us

is now you and me

separate, not one piece 

and I feel more alone than ever.

There are plenty of suitors lined up at my door

but they can all go back to where they were before

because none of them quite compare to you

you are what I want

what I need 

what I long for at night when I stare out my window at the night sky.

You are the night,

you leave me in the dark,

and yet I feel nothing but comfort.

You tempt me into the darkness,

but in the day, deny that what could've been us

should become us.

I fall deeper and deeper

steeper and steeper

trying to read you

but you are not an easy book to process.

Millions of pages of mystery, romance, horror, fantasy, science fiction and realistic fiction.

Your story draws me closer

like a moth to a flame.

All I want is to hear the things

the dreams and the longings play out.

I want to hear you say you feel the same way

But I fear that you do not return my desire, not today

not ever, however,

I told you I would keep pursuing you,

to the ends of the earth, 

I am devoted beyond devotion

loving beyond emotion

and yet I still get the notion

that deep down I know is more than a notion

You will never love me.

Not even friend zoned,

what am I to you?

What could've been

will never be

no cure for the pain you've caused me,

only drifting into the abyss of being lost at sea...