Pain tastes exceptionally awful
on a Sunday afternoon
The thoughts 
The fear
Doubting there could be another
someone with that 'something'
that brings out the best and the worst
You smile at these warm thoughts, 
just memories now all flashing
before your eyes
Though your living in the here and now
you can't help but see your most cherished
moments slip past you with such gentle ease
You want to reach out and latch onto a few 
of these moments but you can't
And you try, but somehow you end up right
back where you began
Lonely
Fearful
And afraid
Not knowing when these dark clouds 
will give way to true sunshine
Not aware of your own destructive path
you point the finger and identify
...The culprit!
While staying hidden behind a mask of
self-denial and self-doubt
Fearful of your own reflection
Unwilling 
To recognize the culprit's true identity 

...Is your own unloving self!