No answer did I get, when I asked you why
I remember you never buying me flowers
And when you made my cry
For three and a half straight hours
Yes, there were the good times
None of which were worth staying for
All of them, you did begrime
And I don't care for anymore
Every care I ever had for you
Have been abolished
Every experience we went through
Have all been demolished
You never saw me for what I'm worth
Slowly, slowly inhibiting my mirth
My true thoughts I had to supplement
Because you were so insolent
You say you put your feelings aside
Just so I would feel better
Then with snide remarks you would chide
You never deciphered my letter
I always felt more than you
But looking back now, it seemed forced
Not wanting to forfeit all we went through
Despite the onslaught you endorsed
You were always so conflicted
You felt nothing when we kissed
Everything was contradicted
This is why you won't be missed
I held onto the false hope of change
Waiting for some kind of sign
Waiting for itself to arrange
Waiting for something that would never align
I'm no longer spellbound in your trance
Never again will I listen to you whine
Or talk about utter irrelevance
I'm not interested in a swine
Surprising how quickly everything scattered
All my unreciprocated passion dispersed
You never saw what truly mattered
My pain, you intrinsically coerced
I said I never wanted to be with anyone other
Now I can't believe I felt that way for you
My clarity, you did smother
And gave a rose-tinted hue
You wonder why so many turn
Away from you, when you don't learn
How to keep a bond that's equal
Don't ever believe there'll be a sequel
Your future's going to be one hard slog
I'm glad I'm not part of the plot
Your best friend is as loyal as a dog
Because you're all he's got
I'm no longer weighed down and drowning
My life is starting anew
All my dreams I will be crowning
Without you.
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Tales of Bygone Lovers
PoetryThis is the collection of poems and song lyrics I wrote during and after my first three relationships and one of my crushes. Although some of them will be soppy, all of them were written to help me express my feelings at the time. One of the only go...