If I could love you...oh how I wish I could.

I remember everything as clear and still as bitterly sharp and cold as a shard of chipped ice.

I remember watching you with that girl...What was her name- Orihime. What do you see in her that you don't see in me? What is it about her with her fiery ginger hair, her too cheerful, too sweet, too DUMB personality. What exactly do you find about her that is so interesting?

Do you know how much it hurts?

How it burns and aches whenever I catch a glimpse of you hugging her close. Holding her gently and kissing her so sweetly, so passionately and I can only watch, paralyzed, unsure, confused.

Are you satisfied?

You broke my heart into a million icy pieces and stomped on them until they were nothing but melted pieces of ice. I don't understand!

How can you be so oblivious?

Am I simply not worthy of your attention? Is it so...wrong to be with me? Would it really kill you to give me a smile, to laugh with me, to cry with me, to simply just hold me?

Am I just a worthless soul?

It feels like your sucking my soul out. It feels like I'm a hollow and you are the Soul Reaper. Hunting me down and taking me out instantly until I'm left alone...and helpless.

What would it take for you to notice me?

Is it simply just your sick obsession? Watching me melt under your fiery gaze and then moving away to look at that sick girl, your eyes soft and warm as the embers of a dying fire, your flame colored hair and her ginger one flare up and glow a pale orange in the dying sunset?

Am I simply just your pawn?

Are you really that oblivious? So utterly and hopelessly stupid to notice me? To notice your stupid girlfriend cheating on you with half of the guys you know? Are you really that /blind/? I wouldn't do that to you. I would cherish you, though we are opposites.

You are the warmest flame, that flicker of light that gives people hope at the end of the tunnel, and she is a wild forest flame, left untreated and it can go horribly, terribly wrong. It just sweeps through the entire country, devouring everything and anything before it is satisfied.

And I am the lonely snowflake that was forgotten. Simply cast aside as I bleed to death among the rock that I had landed on and I can only watch helplessly as you too, my beloved, are also taken away from me right before my very eyes by that witch as she enchants you with her high tinkling laugh and her cheerful personality.

I close my eyes and look at my zanpakuto.

Maybe...if I cut your hears off...you would still hear me? If you can't return my never-ending love, then should I just end my own life? What would it take? My heart given to you on a silver platter?

I would give everything to you. But you would simply take. And never give.