I Can't

Define what stage I'm in throughout this death of love. Denial? Bargaining? Anger--at myself--you? Conflicted, is all I keep thinking. I wanted everything you did. Thought I needed it for the longest time. I can't let myself keep turning back like this though. Turmoil of the heart. I go through periods where I'm love drunk over you...yet have received none of your sweet nectar. Drunk on the thoughts, alone. I'm hung over this. I have to tell myself, I will get better. I will accept a new fate. The waves of energy I felt, my body lied to me. I was delusional...it was all my own twisted truth. Now I must choke my own words.