Disheartened, disoriented
This mind runs amuck
It will never find the solace it seeks
Neither the eternal love it pines for
So why doesn't it accept defeat
And settle for what it has -
My loneliness.
Sometimes I miss you immensely
Sometimes I am fine
Sometimes I can hold back my tears
Sometimes I can't
Sometimes I wonder why we met
Sometimes I regret
Sometimes I feel used
But most of times the one to be blamed.