the rejected rejector

I'm tired of being such a lame guy that i am, i still not understand why i expose my feelings when things just seems to get nowhere, when the biggest part of me know that it will be impossible, but i still doing it, i still telling to her what attracts me in her, her big nose, her teeth, her smile, and more than that, her intelligence, her nature, her everything, every single bit of her, every particle that constitute her body, her soul,
speaking now about my hollow soul, tragedy of tragedies, once again, this will be nothing but simple friendship.
I'm kinda accustomed right now, that wasn't the first time, and shall not be the last.
rejected might be my middle name,
and I'm sick of it,
from now on, I'm the rejector.