Disconsolate

She felt a little weird, not helpless,
She was cautious though agitated,
She was deep in thought, her laughter was raucous,
Her thoughts were in disarray, she as unsure, she was perturbed,
As she magnanimously and meticulously nibbled at her thoughts,
She was at a loss on what to do,
She had trusted him, she gave him her all,
She disconcertingly wondered, what on earth she lacked,
Was she less feminine, was she too clingy,
Was she such a bore, or just unworthy of his love,
She felt a million daggers sink into her heart,
Her mind and soul blank, a love disease,
The medicines won’t work, she was breathing heavily and slowly,
Dimly she tried to reach out with no avail,
Dejected she left for a safe spot, her cage of imaginary laughter’s,
Her sorrows disappeared and came back as soon as they had,
She was a broken pencil that could still draw.