My heart burns for him.

I know he is with her, but I cannot take it anymore.

All I think about is him, he is all I can.

How I let him go when I could have had him- fluttering hearts soon to become stale and addled, quelling the very sentiment that convened in the soul for a matter of time thought to be satiated, desisted -I had him.

I hope and wish that someday he will desire me once more, and that these tears will stop flowing.

Sometimes I suppose it could be,
but what I want him to think,

“My heart burns for her.
I know I am with another, but I cannot withstand this.
All I think about is her, she is all I can.
How I let her leave when I could have had her, she could have stayed.
I hope and urge that someday she will long for me once more, and that these pervading thoughts will cease.”,
will never be…