Watching her leave, I realized, I had never,
been successful with her.
I did everything, I possibly could,
flowers, chocolates, all the attention I should
shower on the girl who loved me so dearly.
But I could never mask it, the hint in my eyes,
all the thoughts, mysteries, Questions, Answers, lies…
She knew it, all along, I am sure,
It probably didn’t work, all the lure.
She asked me if out of ten, one thought was mine,
I answered, all thoughts ought to be yours, ah, forgiveness divine.
Each day, every day, she longed for me and hurt herself,
and I like the messenger of doom, satan’s elf…
gave her the sad news of the demise of our love.
love, which was never less, always in abundance,
love regardless of the past or a careless providence,
love shining the most when the darkest,
love screaming out the most when the quietest.
But, alas, I failed in covering up my pain,
giving her hopes in vain…
for my heart lay elsewhere, echoing with another name,
longing for another smile, another glitter in the eye.
How should I bear the loss in her eyes, when…
she sees the loss in mine, searching hope in men.
Searching for a way to comfort me, as though…
I have been the one pained and not she…