The man that I love makes me feel both lost and found It’s a strange feeling, really, Kind of like when you’re using a GPS to get somewhere and it’s telling you where to go yet you’re still confused Last night his words tore right into me Like a crazed panther on the hunt to cause pain Though he insulted me, his beautiful accent made me confused whether to be offended or flattered that such horrifying remarks could come out of such a lovely tongue “You’re so messed up. **** your self already” Is what he told me The reason? I found text messages of his infidelity and lies from a while ago “You’re overreacting. That was a long time ago. Get over it.” I looked out the window while he drove and kept throwing his insults at me like a dagger “You always do these things. Maybe if you stopped being so depressed all the time I wouldn’t have to cheat.” That part killed me But I kept looking out the window as the car rode on into the night. Tears flowing down my pale face I’d always wanted someone to find me and save me from my sadness But how is it that I’ve finally been found yet still feel so lost?