My Tragedy

At this time, it's time for me to pause,
and think,
and decide.
What is my life going to hold?
Will you be in my life?
Will I simply dismiss you, mere lust in my mind?
The power of which you behold over me eludes me.
You emanate perfection, your smile driving any woman mad with envy.
Long have I stood from afar, watching,
hoping that you'd talk to me, acknowledge my existence.
Yet after all of my self-demoting awkwardness,
I end up empty-handed, alone, lost.
The simple thought of losing you makes me cringe, shake, quake.
And yet, through all of the misery you inadvertently put me through,
I still love you.
Yes.
Love.
I love you.
The three simple words have a limitless power and breadth (?) the likes of which you couldn't even fathom.
You have the power over me, when you want, how you want.
Only, you don't want.
Albeit, some is my fault.
I stare and fantasize from a safe distance, where your intoxicating presence can't penetrate me.
I close my eyes, shut my mind, and think.
Yet, I still can't muster the courage to approach you.
We're from different hemispheres, and that is my tragedy.
The differences between us form an inescapable trench, and my heart fails to make it out.
The thought of what could have been is elusive.
When I'm with you, the whole world seems to stop, pause, slow down so the moments with you survive a lifetime.
While others grow old, we stay young, forever entwined together, an unspoken law of the universe.
We orbit around each other, or, rather, I orbit around you.
Despite the orientation of our lives being different, I never fail to think:
I love you.
Of which is direct, stressed, and unreciprocated.
The life of you is too much for me to handle, your essence too pervasive.
I feel incomplete.
But when I'm with you,
you make me all that I want to be.