Infatuation is a deadly heart condition

I want to breathe in his hair, but I don’t want to be weird    
I want only his soul dancing on my skin    
    
My fingers ache to trace the planes of his smooth and strong back    
     
The brightness of his smile makes my heart skip a beat    
I think I might be lovesick    
     
Whenever I’m around him, he's like a dream    
Soft around the edges, there’s not a single sharp thing about him    
Even his teeth look harmless. There’s no bite to him    
He’s all talk. Maybe even too much talk...    
I bet he mumbles even in his sleep    
But I don’t think that’s weird because I find everything he does endearing and sweet    
     
Does that mean I’m in love with him? I hope not    
I don’t want to cry to sad love songs as I watch him from far away wistfully    
     
I'd rather be near him. With him. His    
And all those sappy, foolish, and embarrassing things    
     
I wonder why did I ever let myself start to think stupid and corny things like that    
And soon I find that was a dumb question to ask    
     
He. That’s it, that’s the only answer    
Everything about him. Just him in general    
Only he could make me feel this way    
     
Even my stone-cold face can’t help but stretch into a smile and heat up when I see him    
My cheeks feel warm to the touch and it makes me wonder if I’m letting myself feel too much    
     
I burn and yearn miserably as he cluelessly grins next to me    
I need him more than air, but I fear he doesn’t feel the same    
     
He reminds me of a sunflower in a grassy field    
And whenever our hands brush against each other I internally scream    
     
He’s too pure. Too perfect    
The exact opposite of me    
     
I just can’t compare    
He’s one of a kind    
But you can find people like me without even giving it a try    
     
He’s everything I’m not and beside him, I ache soft
As he looks at me with the gentlest smile I’ve ever seen    
     
He gets lost in his thoughts so easily    
The only thing I get lost in is his eyes    
     
He gives me weak knees and his eyes give me impossible dreams      
because I love him, I love him, and I want to be his    
I love him, I love him, but he doesn’t love me    
…Never will...    
     
Yet still, I eagerly delude myself into thinking    
every small thing he does is him just flirting with me    
Every thoughtless brush of skin, every smile he gives    
The softness in his eyes when he looks at me doesn’t help one bit    
     
I feel like I’m floating whenever he's near    
Which is often. Too often for me not to constantly feel like I’m having a heart attack    
     
He’s killing me with just a look    
How could I ever let myself get so hooked?    
     
He takes my breath away with the way he moves
It’s so painful wanting him that most nights I just cry myself to sleep    
     
I wish I could be: better, funnier, smarter, kinder, prettier… anything    
Anything that could make him like me at least a little bit    
     
Why must I love someone who doesn’t like me?      
Why must I be so utterly and desperately in love with someone who doesn’t even think about me?        
I wish I could bury him somewhere deep inside my memory    
Somewhere where my thoughts could never find him    
     
I wish I could pack my bags and leave    
Leave somewhere far away and never have to look at his lovely face again