I just don't understand
And I won't pretend it doesn't matter
The one thing I thought
We were both living for
Is now just an afterthought
On the floor
Of your cluttered room
I resisted tears for three weeks
I told myself it wasn't as bleak
As it obviously is
Last year I tried to find solace elsewhere
This year no longer cares
There is no elsewhere lurking
In other hearts
Just my own despair that has become
My art