Answers to overused questions

What is it like to love her? 

It is like ripping out my insides
And throwing them off a cliff
Every single day. 
All the time I'm with her 
I so desperately want to let the emotion take hold of me
Take us to that beautiful place 
Where not all love is unrequited,
And every searing second together 
Is overwhelmed with flashes of brilliance 
Where we cuddle and kiss and talk 
And watch movies and drink tea
And bask in the pure glory
That is loving someone and being loved in return.

Those possibilities soar through my body
Struggling to claw their way out 
Straining to break through the iron-clad borders that define
the edges of who I am
As I bravely fight back
With all the forces of nature I can possibly conjure into my soul,
Pushing, stuffing down 
What most people would call a monster into the deepest parts of myself,
Denying it's very existence-

But how can something so pure and true be wrong?
How can loving someone with everything you have only meet sorrow and rejection? 
What rights have the mere mortals to deem some forms of passion "unacceptable?" 




What is it like to not be loved in return? 

It is not a sharp pain
But rather a dull ache.
One that envelops my whole body,
Weighs down on my stomach,
Squeezes my heart to microscopic sizes
In a process so painful,
my very soul cracks and quivers.

Unrequited, secret, impossible love.
But not impossible in the way that creates intrigue and romance,
Impossible in a way that only increases the agony 

And oh, is it agonizing.
Infinitely excruciating to love you.