Thoughts of a dying lover

Most of the time I just want to curl up in a corner and hide until mr. perfect walks by. But then again, he does so every day and the problem is this: he walks by. He doesn't stop. The world is a bit tougher because he doesn't know that if he just asked I'd jump to mars and back on my tongue only to prove that I mean it. The world is a bit rougher only because he doesn't realise how much he means to me. And the world is a whole lot worse because I don't mean that much to him.
Most of the days I just want to curl up in a corner and hide because everything is so infinitely easier when there's no one to care for and no one who cares for you.