I am yours.

I wonder if you will ever want me too.

I hear your voice, and hear past the cold tone.

I see beyond your eyes, which haunt my dreams, and torture the depths of my soul.

I want all of you.

I am yours.

I pretend that you know of my secret passion.

I feel the weight of your stare.

I touch my face, as tears of confusion and despair course down my cheeks.

I worry that my love may never be returned.

I cry an inaudible cry, longing for your touch.

I am yours.

I understand, as hard as it is, that you can never be mine.

I say, "I need you."

I dream that you need me too.

I try to forget this endless ache, but I fail miserably.

I hope that one day, you will free me from this prison.

I am yours.