Elegy

I fear you will need a tissue because I know you will cry,
No tear can fix the issue; all I've done is lie.
Why I lied?
To hide what is inside, and hope it will subside.
My eyes have long since dried.
Die wise or wrong with pride?

I envision making incisions in your heart.
From the start you left a mark; you tear mine apart.
With thoughts of how you always treated me.
With thoughts of how you never needed me.
I gave you too much distance.
You gave me much resistance.

You confuse me.
You refused me,
Thus abused me.
Yet I remained your selection for affection.
With no objection, I accepted the attention.
But in closer inspection, though not mentioned,

It was an invention, less real than hair extensions.
You had no real love intentions.
So though I will always think of you,
I must say I no longer love you.
I realize I won't miss you, so go ahead and cry.
The last time that I kiss you, I just may simply die...

© 2005