Why does this always happen to me

On the corner of the street, waiting for you

Standing in the rain cause you want to meet, should have thought it through

What will I say, hope I don't make a fool of myself

Should have brought a gift, where are you? I heard you say twelve

Find a pen in my pocket and a notepad in my bag

Maybe I should write a poem, damn the paper is starting to sag

Minutes pass by, on my last line, the sky isn't clearing anytime soon

Where can you be? it's half an hour pass noon

I sit and wait until I receive a text from you

It says you can't come, you made a mistake and your sorry too

Read it twice and once more to make sure

I sink low, sick of this feeling, where is the cure?

All I can think is why again?

Soaked in despair, drenched in hate

Submerged in sadness and drowning in pain

My heart is the one to blame, last time, won't happen again

I Rip it from it's veins, tear it vessels, out blood flies

I Fall to my knees, and cry from my eyes

Scream my lungs dead while yelling to the skies

This is the only way to set myself free

...Why does this always happen to me?