A Poem , style: SARCASM

Sitting in a corner
i pace up and down
all the destinations
i have known.

I have been resting
for long now
i am tired want to run
cross all limits
don't know how.

i have wounds
which now are sour
and i was smiling
in the parting hour
but its too much now
i want a sart want an end.

i want you then
not you now.
every night i have your dreams
my mind cries and heart screams.

last night also we had a fight
i seemed wrong and you were right
but it didn't really matter
because what is already in
was very bitter.

why is it that
even still when i assume
i'm over you
why does every theme
begins on you and ends on you.

i dont understand
but this is true
my happy creations
are actually very few
and whatever they are
of whatever nature
they all are with you.

hence this proves
it's all sad when its not you
but then its ok
if i lose you now
once and for all
i shall be saved the hurt of
losing you twice in a row.