Haunted Loneliness Poem by William K Duncan

The lonely girl sits alone and wonders
What might have been if only things weren't as they are
What if, what if? She ponders
If only those who hadn't shown me love when they had the chance would return from afar

Perhaps things would be different now they've had time to miss me Perhaps they've changed
All lessons of past pain and broken promises now slipped away just as her tears were drained

Her hurtful memories repeated on over and over, over the years now so many times
Now they hurt no longer, as she eagerly awaits his return from his crimes

Poor lost lonely girl... doomed to repeat her failures again and again
Like an old rag that just won't wash, covered in stains

Misery is where you feel at home, and self harm is your ritual
Move on, move on girl!
The feelings aren't mutual

Will she ever see that she hurts herself by merely thinking of him? Can she ever understand that the knife she cuts herself with is him?

Pass the blame and pass the guilt
Play the blameless victim when your blood is spilt

The heart is desperate
Something she cannot grasp or understand
The mind must act first and they must be kept separate
And love IS something that must be planned

Loser after loser, she accepts without a thought
A man with a single worthwhile quality isn't dreamed of, and never sought

Undeserving of happiness is what she believes she is
The broken lonely girl who only dreams of love's kiss