The nonsense of emotions

Why is it that I am waiting from some response 

from one who owes me nothing but 

words flow from my pen like the waters over the fall

to drip agonizingly slow like time through gushing

fountains of lost emotions that sting from

tidbits of truth and erroneously bestowed emotions

that have done nothing but forced me 

down holes that are too small for this old

and tired body

Why have my feelings for you made me 

spew gibberish when it is nothing but 

clarity I seek, looking for some semblance of 

the definition of the burning desire I have for you 

when you haven't given me a consideration

Too old and too tired is this heart that 

looks upon the vision of Aruba blue ocean pupils

and purposeful red lips of my desire

Why am I trying to make sense of the nonsense of emotions...