solitary sadness

Everything was great, perfect if you will, but your cold hand griped my forearm and pulled me from the crowd. Not even a minute later everything had ended. You had told me it was over. I was shattered and silent. You left with a sense of cockneys. I was alone. The one who had shown me what love was, had just left me to crumble. Here I am still broken and alone. Time has passed, my love has not. I am still here waiting for you to come back but you never do. I am still here thinking of why you had to leave. Was I not good enough or was I clingy, annoying, or possibly boring? For whatever reason you had to leave is unknown to me. But the effect of the unknown reasoning is my brokenness. The effect is my lack of trust for anyone. The feelings were "mutual" and one day they weren't? I guess just don't know how you can stop loving someone so suddenly. Or was your love a fraud? I was robbed of my dignity, pride, and my love? If you never loved my the why did you say you did? Why did you waste time on me just to break me? Love isn't something to mess with. I am so fragile. I am so lonely. I stay up to early hours in the morning thinking about you, thinking about what I did wrong and what I could've done to make you love me. But I can't make you love me. I can't change what has happened. So here I am solitary. Here I am sad. Here I am in love with someone who broke me and stole everything I had and destroyed it. So here I am with a case of solitary sadness.