Unrequitted

I'm just lettin you know how I feel.
Silence, let not remind us how it eats me and my trust.  
Alive, deep inside from which these true feelings were REALLY derived. Persistence, when not practiced makes me ponder on your love and it's existence , cause through my eyes , it's blank and growing in distance.
In a bad way, not reciprocating will leave me in bad shape but you wouldnt understand just like a text with a sad face.
Practically demolished , and I pray that the kinks are straightened out and polished.
Worth it? I hope  because I know put my work in , stuck at the bottom and then replayed like an old version.
 Its obvious, true love follows trust above and there's nothing stopping us.
It's just a matter of reaching up and grabbing it, after the givin facts that this compassion isn't counterfeit.
Or unrequited, followed by the possibility that your feelings have been diminished, gone.
Just that thought makes me cry , something like gut-wrenchingly sad inside. Leaving me at the bottom with not a chance to climb, because every step I take , leaves a memory with you in mind.