The woman I was seems hopelessly naive, I envy her.
I am lost.
For I am a facade.
A pathetic mess of emotions.
A disheveled heap of affections.
A tangled disarray of regrets.
A jumbled discomposure of my own afflictions.
A hopeless case of my own romantic faults and ideas,
Torn apart at the very seam of my own expectations. <3