Confession?

So it's true that I love you.
But when was that ever new?
You ignore me, with your elegant air (just so),
and I live to serve, this you know.

My mind is blank and my heart's a mess,
my eyes still stray and I must confess.
Your hair is long and my patience is short,
I beg again but you'll have nothing of the sort.

My god, what's wrong with this body I call myself?
Were they right, do I really need some help?
I reread your words, hoping to find some meaning,
but I sigh, alas, this is rather demeaning.
I do this to myself, yes this I know,
But when talking to you, I find it hard to let go.

Should I find a new love, or maybe jump off a cliff?
Or go back to my old ways, pass me that spliff!
But no, I find that's no way to behave,
and when it comes to you, I always cave.

Oh, you frustrate me to no end on your part,
your odd little quirks, jeez where do I start?!

....but wait, I forget, what was I saying?
I recall now, it's for you that I'm praying!
I want you, no, need you for the rest of my life,
as childish as this sounds, you're the one that I like.

:)