I wrote you another villanelle

Title: Broken logic for broken people

Thinking of you I find myself alone
This must be sickness, this cannot be sane
Thoughts take me over in a ceaseless drone

I try, but I am only flesh and bone
Being without you always is a drain
Thinking of you I find myself alone

The pain calls for a knife that skin can hone
Despite that, I cannot, that much is plain
Thoughts take me over in a ceaseless drone

Feeling like this, I wish I could atone
Tears when you say you love me fall like rain
Thinking of you I find myself alone

I turn to broken pieces made of stone
I hate when this happens to me again
Thoughts take me over in a ceaseless drone

I’m falling down into my bleakest zone
Your absence is tangible, it is main
Thinking of you I find myself alone
Thoughts take me over in a ceaseless drone