Some Serious Questions. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

You have to ask the right question I guess.
Do I miss talking this girl already?
What she did is unforgivable.
I should hate her, but I don't.
But is it enough to want something without knowing what it is?
Lonely, desperate, pathetic that is me today.
Up to now I tried not to show it.
I hid it because I didn't trust it, just as I don't now.
My head says one thing my heart another.
A wound cupid couldn't have dug deeper himself.
Is it temporary did she memorize me with pretty words.
Of is it something more.
I can't go running clinging to something that isn't going work.
It has be true to form, not a desperation.
And I really don't know what she even does in reno, I get the sense like either she dancer or something similar or use to be.
A lot questions to ask.
But must go slow, not to fast.
I hurt I don't even know why.
I don't understand myself, I'm so easily manipulated.
I'm in love with this girl because she wanted me to be, is that really how it is suppose be.