So bitter-sweet is solitude
'Cause why on earth would I need you?
I'm perfectly happy here by myself.

Except when it gets it dark and it gets cold
When I'm alone, sitting on my bed
and I miss the way my hands fit perfectly in yours

So bitter-sweet is solitude
Because I'm better now I'm without you
But it is still solitude, and I am still alone.

I miss you, I love you, no I don't, I hate you
I miss the memories, not the person
but the happiness, the company.

My words fall upon deaf ears
I might be blinded by my love for you
but you are deafened by your love him
I write you poem after poem after poem
and you are his after just a few words

I could tell you in ten words,
what he couldn't in a thousand
and I could write a thousand words for you
in the time he could barely say ten

but you are his, and he is yours
and I just sit here, an observer
You are my muse and perhaps it is for the best...

that I sit here, the lonely wordsmith
until the day I give up and become just another lost soul
wishing things were different

and so here I am, the lonely wordsmith
writing yet another poem you will never care to read