how many times do i have to pour my heart out until a drop of blood might finally land on your cheek?

I've written so many pieces
about how i long for you
and how i want to be near you,
how beautiful you are
but all these verses are simply pathetic attempts
to make sense of my feelings
and each poem
is just another version
of me saying *I love you

the sky thinks you're beautiful

i know i said it wouldnt matter
if its not you and me in the end
but some nights the what if's and could have's won't let me sleep

and the stillness of the hours before sunrise
remind me of the stillness between us,
unsure words and hesitant conversations

and in those hours
i still catch myself
wanting

im sorry i dont know how to be around you
im sorry you dont know how to be around me

people like me always run out of words to say
but its people like you that make my lips stumble

but I can't heal the way
                           I feel about you

I watch you like a hawk

I watch you like I'm gonna tear you
                limb
                      from
                             limb

Will the hunger ever stop?
Can we simply
          starve
                    this
                sin?