Mentioned Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Blank paper pack arrives,
my stare projecting on the page,
and what was a full filled thought,
now a panting in my mind.

This is that feeling arousing once again,
of nothing-
I AM STUCK,
but who is to try my luck?
Crossing all of the paths.

Who did the CRIME of telling me?
That I could be something,
I am actually happy today,
but nothing is approaching.

You are mine though, so what else?
Could I ever need?
The days I love you treating me,
like a man treating a woman.

But the distance that I'm needed you,
in causing deadly pain,
of being mentioned by you,
is draining me from the drains.

My brain is alerted by the pain,
but it's a bitter sweeted one,
does that exist to you not I?
Or I to you and no one else....