Love Hell

Maybe I'm just meant to be alone
Didn't work with my best friend nor the one i long lusted for
Now I'm here with nothing but papers and metaphors
Never imagined sitting at the end of the table
Only to look over and see your lives, without me
Shit hurts,
Never needed or asked for anything but time and communication
The hands on this love clock must be broken
Lucky me the so called technician is blind and reads brail
Fuck,
This is love hell!
Fine just let me burn until my angel calls on me
And saves me from this lonesome life of captivity