January 11, 2009--Actual Text

I wrote this last night, while waiting for a response from a friend.  It's not about them, just general poetry.  I was in my dark place when I got inspired.  Enjoy.

The blackness surrounds me, sheathing me in its darkness.
Love is what I wanted,
Love is what I needed.

And all I got out of it was blackness.
And tears.

I often think of the feelings I felt.
And often wonder if I truly did love you.
I also contemplate if I truly did love before you.

But I am left with unanswered questions, 
Tired of the drama,
Wanting to move onto the unparallelled.

Yet, I am sheathed in you.
Fighting for a way out.
Make up your mind,
And let me go
Or reclaim me.

Before it's too late.