the sexiness of the unavailable

i know, throughout the history of romanticism
this topic has been the center of intellectual discourse
and surviving the failed attempts at cures or exorcism
it still continues to plague the human heart with a grand force

now a pretty average human, good but not so great
suddenly one loud evening creeps their way into your mind
and nestles there in a constant unrequited state
they are unavailable, but yet very sweet and super kind

now you might be spending hours waiting for that special message
weaving dreams of serendipitous accidents that would eliminate all hurdles
but disappointing indifference is your only gain with time's inevitable passage
while they have a blissful life, full of merriment and cuddles

the amount of brains chemicals burnt could have created a mind  sound and stable
instead, it spends all the productive hours deciphering the sexiness of the unavailable