Sitting at home by myself,
You seem completely unaware,
Of how your personal distance hurts me.
You seem fine,
Happy,
Alive,
But how can that be?
Just months ago,
You were just like me,
Crazy in love,
And would have been torn to be apart.
Now it's not like that,
I feel like I'm the only one who's hurting,
And there's nothing that can be done to make it better.
The physical distance isn't the worst part,
If you can believe,
What hurts,
Is the unrequited love.
If you were gone,
But you loved me,
Everything would be fine.
I could say,
My love, I miss you,
I love you, and desperately need you,
And in the same honest tone I could hear you say the same.
But as it stands now,
I must keep it inside.
I cannot say I love you, or miss you,
And need you so,
Because even if I did,
It would go unreturned,
Which would simply increase my broken heart's pain.
I long to hear you want me,
Feel you need me,
Know you love me,
So it is not the distance, which I wait for relief
But the return of love we once knew.