I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

I don't care if she forgives me,
I'm not sure if I can forgive her.
Then again, I'm writing this poem,
So I suppose I'm just unsure.

I suppose I miss the attention,
Not necessarily hers.
The idea of being adored,
Loved, liberated from all curse.

Perhaps it's just validation
That I seek,
A second inclination
That I'm not altogether weak.

So I don't care if she forgives me,
And I don't know why I'd forgive her,
It would probably amount to nothing
It would just open us to more hurt.

And until I find another;
I hope that they come soon,
I suppose I'll still harbor
My feelings for the lady from the moon.