It's painful to see.

Your love for him growing stronger.

None given to me.

Can't grasp this much longer.



Not me.

It's him.

This hurt will never drift.

Can't get.

What I thrive.

Love is not a gift.



I am seeing a never ending Mirage.

As I continue to chase you, with no chance of success.

The only thing that love attracts is distress.



Yet I welcome it.

As if it is wanted.

And now I cannot forget.

And I am still being haunted.



Please, set me free.

Rejecting.

Accepting.

That's all that I need.



But one thing I won't do.

Is leave without trying.

I need to either be with you.

Or get closer to dying.



Although it may hurt, I will thank you deeply.

Because all that I want, is for you to see.

The real me.

Who truly.

Loves thee.

With one last plea.

Please set me free.