She

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A somnambulist, you could call me.
Have you ever seen someone so beautiful, and you start catching feelings for them, Despite the fact that you can't have them. Isn't it painful, to carry it bad idea, and whenever you see them, It starts running in front of your eyes like a Bold black Film Title, Blurring everything in the background, you can't have her, she's not made to be with you...

This is a burden I Carried for Years. Still am carrying

I used to hear her voice, when she speaks to some of her friends, Them mellifluous sound waves merging with my blood. Only looking in her iridescent eyes is enough to keep me supine looking at the stars for ages trying to find which one looks similar to her ethereal cornea.

It's strange, really strange. The way she made me oblivion for months,at class, the teachers are explaining, everything is a time lapse, but within the time lapse, millions of happy moments running in slow-mo speed.I don't know how many days, months or years this effect will last, but I need to get it away from me. I spent enough nights dreaming with my wide eyes opened in the midnight of conflating my body with hers in the void, and of the things we could do together.yet I can still see the bold Title in my dreams...

Everyone then, looked so unsatisfying but her, like if I was drowning, and she is the only log that could keep me floating over the cold icy waters. The worst part is, she has no Idea that I'm Suffering... and I don't want her to know, I'm swimming in gasoline, no need to ignite it. Even if we got together, It'll come, that moment when she'll say, I've had enough of you. And that might be the last thing I hear on Earth, cuz there's no where to add the heartache to...