He Poem by Raven Brent

I have a love.
He ignores my existence.
I have a love but he isn't there.
I have a love but he doesn't see it.
When can he open himself like a flower?
Spread his petals and burst with likeness?
He is there but he isn't there.
I never know what about him that makes me want him so.
Is there ever a way of getting inside his head?
One would never know his love hurts like a needle.
His branches are unobtainable!
Oh how I want him so!
It's funny but the things you want are things you can't have.
Will I ever have him?
If he'd only listen!