Frustration Poem by Sadistic Cupid

These things of pangs unknown by name,
I feel that they are familiar.
These aches and sores are all that and the same,
I feel they are strange hence forth all too peculiar.
These torments of abstraction all from life,
I feel they are why I feel complete.
These logical fights with love isn’t right,
I feel they are why I’m weak.
These waves I ride seem too high,
I feel that she is waiting for me to crash.
These struggling moments here adrift the tide,
I feel that they are going to last.