Why must I suffer Why must I love a girl with all of my heart but only fill Half of hers Because I am unsure If she likes me but loves some other person more In my dream I dream a day that she is fully mine But am I only acting out the saying that love is blind Only time Can differentiate my feelings from the facts Only then will I relax But still I must ask If I am everything She wants and needs to see Why does she hold on firmly to the portraits of the past This question bothers me It seems to me That I can no longer be upset by these things I can only be disappointed by the actions I consider wrong But maybe I am wrong For believing I can take someone and make them my own And own The key to their heart Maybe I have not played my part I guess I could considered my yearning heart not useful Or I can call it depressing art Several times I have awaited a call That did not come to me at all I wanted to ventilate my problems But could not because the person I loved Was not there to help me solve them Or give me strategies to resolve them But here I sit Wondering what is next I found out some but couldn't figure out the rest If two plus two is four And one plus one is two I guess you leaving me Makes me half of you This is what I feel This is my craft I figured out something but I'm not good at math So maybe you can correct me And help me do the math.