Helpless,
As I can not help but look to the stars each night and pick out the most beautiful one, naming it after you.
Hopeless,
As I am no longer able to hope that I will one day wake up in the young hours of the day soley to trace every inch of your perfect body and my whole world be, in a literal sense, at my fingertips.  
Hateful,
As I am angry at the world for allowing me to fall so very deeply in love with someone I will never touch, let alone hold.