I love the rain. It washes away the pain of yesterday with a gentle pitter-patter sound and hides your tears of today with its own droplets of water. I love you too. I truly love you - with every fibre of my being. Every waking moment is a pleasure thinking about you and of your company or the torture of trying to get you out of my head.  From the subtle yet penetrating scent of your caramel skin to the cascading waterfall of black hair: I can spend an eternity just beside you. I do not want your money. I do not want your body. I do not want you to put on an act like you always do. I want you to be you, and I just want to be with you. Alas, my heart is in pieces, but I know that I can trust these broken fragments and shattered pieces to you. You will always take care of my broken pieces, till death does us apart. You are brave and fierce yet gentle and loving. You are all I want. I see the cracks in your skin, and I ache when I see them. I just want to fill those empty spaces and little crevices. Together we can be whole again. Let me be a part of you, and you can be a part of me. Let us be together. Let us be whole together.

My love cannot burn the heavens upon the earth. My love cannot give you the moon and the world and all those pretty little things. My love just is.  My love is timeless and will not wane. But since it cannot be what you want it to be: it shall cease to be. Alas, this love was doomed from the start. If only this love wasn't one sided. If only you looked at me how I looked at you. If only you cared to obsess over me how I obsess over you. If only you loved me as deeply as I love you. This love consumed me. This love has become me. But this love is only a hindrance to you and to me. So I must kill this love. I must kill this unrequited love. For it is an intoxicating poison settled in my body killing me slowly and yet I'm still falling in love. I need you, but you don't even care for me. I'm so lost in this love that it seems though I'm killing myself by killing this love. My emotions run so deep that I try to term this as infatuation, but this venom festers in me. It doesn't die no matter how much I try to bash this illogical love with the cold truths of reality. The literal pain in my heart brings me to tears. Tears turn into rivers and rivers turn into oceans. An ocean of love that I must drink to destroy.

I'm stuck in this circle of my feelings of undying love and its inevitable doom.