Ripped Apart

That girl is everything to me.
Which is just why I can't let myself have her.
I hate to break her heart, but it's all I can do to protect er. From my life, from me. From all the trouble that gripped on my heels and stays with me like a shadow now. I'm not good for her, and she's far too good for me.

She's so beautiful...her eyes set in layers. A rich chocolate brown with a caramel softly spun in, sprinkled with stars. Her round yet angled face, with lips so soft and in the shape of ribbons. The freckles that fall so perfectly over her cute nose, and her dark hair that falls so gently over her face. I just wish I could pull her in and never let her go.

How am I supposed to write about people falling in love when every love I reach for is unattainable to me?