Imbroglio

It's that state of confusion that gets me every time -
It winds and churns around like a mass of beautifully sad words
Hurting my head and haunting my heart.

It doesn't hurt too much though
As you hurt me the most.
I don't understand why
I am so confused , yet so in-love with the idea of "you".

Everything feels as though it's in ruins
We never speak,
Now I'm wondering whether you actually cared.
It's just a mess
That I am in the middle of
And it's scary.

This imbroglio is hurting my heart.

I hope it's hurting you too.