Confusion
Confusion fills my heart,
unfettered by love it rages,
terrifying and all consuming
it ravages my mind.
No longer can I understand
who you are, what I think
Do I love? Did I ever?
And why are you so aloof?
Why do you stay away?
Why do I want you near?
And again the questions:
Do I love? Did I ever?
Raging through my mind
anger at your apathy
Fear of your loathing and distemper
but above all, the confusion
And then again, the questions come
only somehow now they change
as if in reproach for my naivete
Do you love? Did you ever?
And all I can think is
no...
