Without Jane

Without Jane I question if men and women can ever really just be friends, or if it's all just pretend, relationships always seem to end, I'm aimlessly drifting again, lost without my muse, missing the woman I could make laugh and keep amused, life without her will take some getting used too.

Without Jane I think I'm going insane, thinking about her in my head over and over again, my indecisiveness and self loathing has returned, forgetting all the things I had learnt from her.

Without Jane my days and nights are all the same, I'm living in a new city now, where no one knows my name.

Without Jane my life is empty now, I struggle to sleep at night, I don't know why but I left Jane without saying goodbye.