Secret Admiration

You're not perfect, but you are for me.
As relative is that misused term: beauty.
My advances go unheeded.
As you dance around my heart is grieving.
Plot my demise,
Plan my destruction.
It won't make a difference.
Because I'm guided with no instruction,
In this empty dark world of my imagination.
How can just one girl cause so much agitation?
I'm so close, more than most-
I'm the parasite, you're the host.
I need you more
Than food or air.
My sustenance is the smell of your hair.
And if that's creepy, wait and see
The pictures of you on my bedroom wall,
In the kitchen, through the halls.
I don't want to ruin what we clearly cherish,
Because if I tell you all this, our relationship will perish.
But can I call it that?
Oh, I know better.
It's a fat chance; us being together.
So I'll slink away,
Tail between my legs.
And tell myself:
Another day, I'm going to beg
For you to be my partner in life.
For you my precious damsel,
The only distress is my slipping handle
On this trumped up, overplayed fantasy
That the happy, normal people call
Reality.
You're not perfect, but you are for me.
And when you finally say no,
I'll finally weep.