A poem about a gone relationship. |
The Real Fool How could I have been such a fool, For ever thinking that I might end up with you? From the beginning we clicked together just fine, And you even joked about being mine. I was never one who dared to gamble, But at first sight, you made my hands tremble. So I sacrificed my future to take this chance, But then you couldn't even spare me a second glance. Your cold responses chilled my blood, And you loved pushing me into the mud. It was so clear to the others around me to see, That I was assured twice by everyone that the fool was me. I told myself that it was just a passing phase, But I knew I was staggering aimlessly in this maze. I followed along just like a clown, Almost half-knowing that I'll be turned down. I even thought I could turn you around, But I should have known that my feet weren't touching the ground. You were the first to make me cry, And now I can't even look you in the eye. After being kicked around like dirt, I finally realized how much it hurt. So I turned around and started walking away, And you didn't even have the guts to ask me to stay. After giving up everything for you, That would have been that least that you could do. After being your callous pawn for so long, Now it's your turn to regret that I'm gone. Because after all that I had given up for you, You were actually the real fool. |