The Torture

Sitting here reading the poems you have written about her kills me.
It is like I'm being stabbed in the heart by my best friend and the one I care for to the most.
The torture is me knowing you care but you aren't doing anything about it.
The torture is knowing that I cross your mind at least once a day.
The torture is understanding the reasoning behind why it can't be.
It is looking into those brown eyes and seeing the truth but not being able to do anything about it.
Its seeing you smile when we talk and knowing I could be the reason for it.
Its knowing the anticipation is killing you right now to read this, so here I'll let the torture subside for right now.
Until I get to be tortured again,
me