Love, Infatuation

Love, Infatuation,
completely different from depression.
Yet i feel hallow when I'm around you,
you always get me in the blue.
To me you seem like Venus
but I'm no genus.
I feel sorrow knowing that i cant be with you.
Love that i never knew that could be true.
Love, Infatuation,
to me its depression.
I feel numb aware that you aren't mine.
Your vision makes shivers go up my spine.
Why did it have to end?
I'm unnoticed, no longer your friend.
Those lips i truly miss.
I demand a kiss.
For this is the finish.
I'm now diminished.
Love, Infatuation.
Is depression.