The Love Zombie

I live in a preconceived diatribe
depressed distressed but digressed
into sanity’s unrest
truly unruly emotionally confusing
what should be or would have been
that one special someone
who could cause chaos to dissolve
and bring order to my mind
and this whole love / hate thing
butterfly feelings so happy
making me feel sick to every cell
tasting each word I wish to tell
to whisper to you so delicately
for fear that the truth
might hurt your precious ears
before it hits your heart
but what do I care
and why dare I treat you so carefully
after you transformed me
into this love zombie
cautiously optimistic
that you will come to your senses
and come back to me
being realistic and pessimistic
you won’t, I know
but why do I care
as despair swirls in sad curls
around the diatribe of my life