Not Even Spring by Tara Darland

Everywhere I turn, all I see is people completely lovestruck.
People delusional, people incredibly foolish and blind.
She used him for her first kiss, thinking that he wouldn't mind.
Only he did , and now he mopes around broken hearted.
A pair of friends, now lovers can't remember where it all started.
First they were besties, but more and more they seem like FWBs.
She led him on. Led him on. Led him on. Onto their first kiss.
He wants more, but about their old friendship does she reminisce.
Another couple I see: embittered, broken, angry, fuming.
Her passionate hate for his other lover is emotionally consuming.
They seemed so perfect together, but skeletons hid in that dark closet.
"I love you, I'll be back" she wrote on a that pink Post-It.
He thought they were soul mates, that poor mistaken chap.
The young boy fell for all of her lies, her lines,  her crap.
Another man is just the opposite: he is full of deception.
Under his playboy mask, hides an insecure little boy.
Too addicted, too unwilling to give up his women, his toys.
If only his wife, his kids, his eldest daughter—me—didn't suffer.
His horrible actions, lies, and parenting only make me tougher.
And now I look around, so much love, and its not even spring.
Then I see you and remember all that you could bring:
That happiness, security, warmth from you I crave,
But at the same time, of this love I am a slave.
Long distance relationships just don't work out,
Yet my heart has never felt this way about anyone, there's no doubt.
Relationships are chaos, embedded with tears and heartache,
There's always that day where they wonder if it was all a mistake.
Still there's love all around me, inside me too. I am lovestruck.