Sometimes I search,
for the Me I gave You,
and I wonder Who I am now.
Othertimes I repent,
for the sins that I swathed myself in,
and dearly miss Who I was.
Sometimes I create my own quandary within.
Othertimes I trick myself
into being hung by a silver chain,
inclined as I am toward such things.
Yet I never dreamt of the joy You brought,
And as the rain spirals downward and slicks my hair
I am still longing
For the You I never had.