Hope for the hopeless

I see you in a way that no one else can, lost, sad, alone, and masked.

I love you from a distance, I do not belong in your world.

I live in the darkness of shadows and secrets while you in the sun and stories.

The connection feel like it is drowning me, covering me in seaweed and sand.

You know nothing of me, you ignore me, let me cower in a corner yearning for your attention.

I try to scream, but only silence comes from my broken heart.

I feel cold inside; a cold that death cannot compare.

The pain so old and deep that there is no feeling, only emptiness.

Loving you is death.

A death I would welcome like the sun touching a flower in the early morning light.

Loving you is listening to the rain and hearing the crazy rants of the insane instead.

I try and walk away, but the seaweed pulls me back.

I can’t fight the tides; I am drowning again in the vision of you.