I'm haunted by your presence, your image, and your voice.

Knowing you would be there once brought happiness, now it brings sullenness, of choice.

I let myself be captivated by your droll, charming eccentricity, your wile.

But, by another, I found that you're beguiled.

The lust for her, I saw it written on your face that Christmas day.

It left me coldly wondering why I even felt that way.

My heart once filled with bliss, continues to fall into a dark abyss, and all the more I see you with this Miss.

The bond I once felt with you, has now turned to ash.

If I continue in your presence, we shall surely clash.

You let me in, you pushed me out, it makes me wonder what it was all about.

You came to me with burdens so heavy, I have seen your tears drop.

Was I your favorite to make them stop?

Your attraction for me was casually confessed, some could feel it was there.

I too let myself believe it. Looking back, I ask myself "where?".

Perhaps it was all an illusion, all a dream. Foolish of me.

But, desire deceives the eyes of it's victims, as sirens of the sea.

Lured in on bated breath to my own demise, my heart's death.

As I try to heal, you're everywhere I turn. How can I stare on at your new found joy, when for you, I still yearn?

I stitch broken heart wounds and each day start anew, haunted by you.