Why?

Why walk in fields of white blossoms,

When you’re the darkest shadow of the night.

Why sing with bliss for this feeling,

When all it does is bring unwanted tears.

Why embrace you tightly,

When all you do is shove me aside.

Why stay on hold for half an hour,

When I know you won’t answer.

Why prepare candle light dinners,

When I only end up wondering where you are.

Why try to share the sweetness of life,

When you prefer to do things alone.

Why stay by your side,

When I can find 73 other reasons to be bitter.

Why say the three words I hold dear,

When it’s clear you couldn’t care less.

Why?

Why?

Why…