and I am happy
that you are happy
that I\'ve even burned down
every inch of your liveliness--
in these memories that I\'ve drowned
and I smile at your new love
and wish you the best
because like her I know, that you are different from the rest
I\'m over you now, so no one worries about me
because your existence becomes the stanzas in my burdened poetry.
I do not want to despise, and I do not want to disdain
but how is a fisher supposed to feel gay about a fish he was not able to obtain?
To speak unpoetically-- my heart is just in pain.
it remembers your voice, grace, and dark hair.
it remembers the day of that vulnerable red stare
it remember the cold, from the calm March night.
and the last time I felt reciprocation in sight
and now, I see no light
all I feel are needles
pinching at my face
the shameful dime of envy
leaves me with a bad taste
I caused this heartbreak.
I illusioned myself with rigged thoughts.
hoping I\'d think of you less and less
but in all result
eith my hand in your vase trying to steal your heart
but you can\'t pick pocket a love that already been set apart
that wednesday night
that left me with fright
knowing subconsciously that this--
would be the last of your sight
the last of your eyes
how I wish I could turn back time
and prevent this demise.
but alas, I digress.
so let me repeat
I think of you less and less
you don\'t invade my brain
and you don\'t take up my time
I don\'t think you\'re full of grace
and your eyes don\'t glisten..
they shine.