Unrequited?

I'm so sick of being in love with you
I just want to be over you-
Able to move on and fall head over heels
With a future I'll actually be allowed
To have.
Each thought of you causes my heart to race
And my palms to sweat.
Though the miles may part us, my heart does not calm.
That can't be healthy.
You've set my world on fire
And I know I'll be cold
Without even the embers of hope to keep me warm.
You told me that it can't be.
But you left me with logic;
Able to reason out the love in your words.
Release me.
Cut me off.
Break my heart.
Hurt.
Me.
So that I can heal myself from you.