Take It

People search the world for their true love, but no one ever thinks of how much pain that love could bring them.

Take it from me...
This heart, this love, this feeling-
This need to want to have.

Such pain is too much to bear.
To see at all times what can never be mine.
To desire so deeply, but to forcibly recline.

Near to me and choosabley so...
Yet distinctively distant in the matter of this crush as he would so call it.

Pleasantly he ignores this and behaves as if I'd never even mentioned it.
He cares neither this way nor that, but is set in the choice of negation.

Rip this wretched heart from my being, lest I live to be without his graces another day.

I don't mean to say that I'm in love. Not in pure or true love in any sense.
But the agony of reality is so very horrid.

He will love me, yes, as a companion...and if I am good and remain a good friend, perhaps a sister as we age.
But never will I spark a different flame or light in his mind's eye.

Remaining to him the little girl who sheds tears for the slightest of worry, or who takes words to close to self-
I sit begging, pleading against this heart.

Have it.
Hold it.
Take it.

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[S.S.P.]

very good, clearly executed and well written :)