Unrequited Love

Why does it hurt so much,
when you know it can never be?
But you love
with a love so deep
that consumes
and drains
and withers you.
You find yourself
on the verge of tears never falling,
sobs that come out
from the hollows of your heart,
for a sorrow that's unspeakable.
Because it's not real?
Because it's one-sided
and unrequited?
Or because the emotion is real
but the idea is not?
For how can it be real
if they only exist in your own realm?
They permeate
every aspect of your being,
every fiber
and layer
and depth of your soul.
But you stand there,
in the same breath,
even touching,
and still worlds apart.
You are no one
and mean nothing
in their world.
Oh,
but in yours...