Who is this new person?
I think it’s me, I’m not quite certain.
They call this the: “crossroad”
Or so, I’ve been told.
Loving this dark man, so easy and tempting.
It’s been too painfully emptying.
Am I to end up like this?
I was so elated and full of foolish bliss.
He even had me penning more than a silly poem.
Now? I wish I never even knew him.
Pathetic loser! That’s my name.
Blondie realizes I’ve only got myself to blame.

I see you can describe your feeling and explian it not just by a poem but by watching what that feeling resemble .. And sometimes it's hard to for some people ..