Trapped in a dark space because he can\'t see just how much he means to me. Silently I suffer the difficulties of love. I want to give him all he deserves. Yet he blocks me while pleading for more, I\'m constantly losing this endless war. A girl in mourning, a girl in heat, no words in this world could really describe me. I pull, he pushes, he pulls, and I push. Never can we ever meet at the same nut bush. I yearn his touch, his wisdom, his love, but there are other things he\'s thinking of. Pushed to the back burner, I act out in despair. Wishing, hoping, praying he\'ll notice I\'m there. Not a thing in this world can prepare you for love. Thinking back on the fantasies I used to dream of. I realize I know nothing, nothing close to what I have and I\'m thankful for him but wonder \"with me, is he glad?\".