Is this a curse?Do we always have to want what we can’t get?Is love designed to hurt?Why am I not good for you although I always think you are the best for me?You think I can’t love you enough?You think I can’t walk the path with you?I am not as beautiful as the kind of woman you would want to love?I am straight but you want a figure 8?You want someone who would stress you up and make you stand on your toes -But I don’t want to be the reason why you worryI want to be the reason why you work at ease and make efforts to better you…But I see that’s not what you want!You love chasing but I made it too easyThen it melted every feeling you seemingly feltReduced it to nothing but Friendship… it is something though;But just “friendship” is nothing compared to the more I want -Hence I am tempted to stay awayTempted to run as far away as my legs can carry me,Tempted to hate you!But what I feel for you is beyond hatred,It’s beyond selfishness,It’s beyond the pain you cause me.Why do I always find myself in this situation?Unrequited love hurts!That I handle pain well doesn’t mean I deserve this much pain.Now I am burdened with being your friend. *Chuckles*If you decide to cut off from me totally;Probably to make me feel good or move onI am sure I will cry for days -But I will eventually stop crying,And the love chase will swing back by 60%I share a teary smile when you are happy -Happy talking about someone else.I am me, I can’t change.I am super happy for you,Although I am sad for me.I know this too shall pass -I know I will heal -And I also know I won’t stop loving you.I don’t know how I will survive this but I have to.I will start by making sure I don’t set my eyes on you;Looking at you makes me burn.Dear love, please get used to the idea of never seeing me again.I will be here to talk to you;Via mails, chats, phone calls any way possible:Asides seeing you eye to eye.Don’t even think of skype! It has virtually the same effect.I would walk out wherever I see you;Not because we are enemies,But because I can’t stand you anymore -Till I am fully healed.I don’t know how long this will takeBut I certainly hope it won’t be forever.This is not a poem, it’s not a letter, and it’s a not a romantic gesture.It’s a bleeding heart scribbling words from tears,Trying to make a decision.The kind of decision that’s almost impossible to stand by.I know I will miss you -I miss you as I type.I feel this sharp pain in my heart each time I think of you.But it will heal, right?It has to.