Unanswered...

No, the following is not a poem, it's just a a-bit-more artistic expression of my feelings. i have no patience with poems ;)

I whispered, found the courage to send it off
I waited night and day, watched, felt myself turning insane from not having a reply
I tried to deny it
But I had as much success as my plan for this in the first place.

I don't know why i even tried
I was persuaded, and blinded
I was willing, yet again, to hurt myself for something that would never be mine, something i could never own
And I showed myself again, how stupid I was, thinking this could work.

I know better now
I'll put the bottle down, but not the blades
I want them to be with me, my best friends in my darkest times
My love, now i know the reason why, and thank you.

I want you to know, that death waits for no man
Including me
I was never a part of your life, but I wanted to be
Still, impossible dreams indeed, I don't refute.

Death is impatient
It waits to claim my soul
I am suffocated by it
But it is so much better than your love.