This love of mine,
Unreal as you may be,
One day you will be true,
You will not be unrequited.
This infatuation of mine,
Physically attractive as you may be,
One day you will die,
You will not compel me to act stupidly.
This craving of mine,
Desirable as you may be,
One day, I will be able to overcome you,
You will not control me.
This imaginary boyfriend of mine,
Affectionate and perfect as you may be,
One day I will have you,
You will become a reality.
This hurt of mine,
Ever present as you may be,
One day you will be overpowered by joy,
You will flee from me.
These tears of mine,
Salty and unexpected as you may be,
One day your presence will not be needed,
You will only be used to reduce the friction in my eyes when blinking.
This body of mine,
Imperfect as you may be,
One day you will know love,
You will mature and stop squirming when touched slightly.
This heart of mine,
Weak as you may be,
One day you will heal,
You will know love.
You will not hurt.
You will not bleed with pain.
You will not pour out excessive hemoglobin.
You will not crave the thing that causes you pain.
You will be saved and treated with care.
You will be able to repair the multiple cracks I have made in your soft, delicate and flexible muscles.