A poem for a vampire

Confusion grasps at my soul tearing apart my already muddled perspective, and yet, I still can't find a sane reason to still hope for clarity. I'm torn on my views on love, and you are deceptive in your projection of the feelings you project on me, in love or pity, It's not for certain, and if I'm to become a calamity to this guilt ridden society, than far bit it to me to base my decisions on morality. I can't expect you of all people to understand my predicament, when you are the main cause of my insane ramblings! Let me explain in a few choice words...You confuse, excite, incite, infatuate , inspire, interest, consume, All of myself...And I love you for it. I can't forget you, or even stop thinking about you. So humor me...whats on your mind? Is it love? Of fear? For both are emotions intertwined within themselves, and even though rejection is destined to be riddle itself upon me, I must know! For thing that I do reminds me, however elaborate, of you. And no matter how hard I try every Beautiful thing in the world dulls in comparison to your smile, that lights up my world. These feelings are so hard to describe, for love is a word used to often, and how can I, a boy of 17, understand the meaning of a word that eludes the world? But I can say for certain that I care for you, more than you can understand, and the mere hint of sadness upon your face drives me to tears. So I ask you again, whats on your mind? Because I honestly care about what you have to say. I can listen to you for hours and enjoy myself, I'll hang on your every word, and be linked to your very emotions, because your life means more to me than mine. But how can I ever make you understand these feelings that surround me, when I write this poem to a wall? Of course you'll never hear this, and if you do, I'll lie and say it's not about you. So whats on your mind?. I'd really like to know, to bad I'm too spineless and cowardly to to tell or show these feelings that have grown. Do I love you? Why do I ask? I cannot answer to anyone but you and yet I ask advice trying to figure out if it's true. Because when I do discover the truth I want it to be sure, but to discover the truth is a path I have to take myself. I just hope I return in good mental health, because I'm already crazy about you and to go crazy for any other reason could break me.... then again maybe it's better if I go crazy for sure, then just maybe I'll know what love is. Because Wise men have been known to scoff at love, and a fool is something I can't be, but crazy sounds suitable, as long as it brings me closer to you