Still Lonely

    If I'd been badly burned,
    would you tease me with fire?
    If I'd nearly drowned,
      would you suggest we swim?
    Why then,
    when I've been hurt so deeply,
    cut by the razor-sharp edge of love
    to the core of my soul,
    would you torment me -
    flirting with my emotions,
    taunting me with your phony affections?
    Why sell yourself short -
            and leave me unfulfilled -
              and hurt - and still lonely
                            and alone?