loved and lost

lonely in a crowd
lonely on the street
lonely without you
holding onto me
 
wishing you’d come back
wishing you could see
wishing you would realize
you didn’t set me free
 
trying to move on
trying to forget
trying to find new love
that won’t end in regret

 
Ps. This is dedicated to those asking, “IS it better to have loved and lost...?”

Pps. If you haven't gone to see Silver Linings Playbook, go see it. Beautifully realistic.