So my love, hated my kind, just hid it well.
How long this lie could he sell?
Eventually the facade fell,
It rang the alarming bell,
That only time could tell -
I loved the one who wanted me to burn in hell.

The numbness post your yelling,
Was so telling
Of how I irrelevant I was to you.

You had forgotten the care,
That was there
You had tainted recollection of what I did do.

I cherished you, you cherished me.
But not really,
Hence you've already moved on to someone new.

Wake up,
Wake me up.

Don't let me sleep.

Don't let me.

Hours and hours
Of hope,
Of our compatibility,
Of how you know me, the best

Of marriage,
Of our 'childhood connection'.
Of me being your gift, you being mine.

And never mentioning that you are seeing someone else to get married.

You agree that our relationship and our talks had led me on,
How many times?
Why?

You don't deserve another poem,
For you are a chaos.

You don't deserve another chance,
For I find you gross.

I was but a source of attention for years.
Left everything for you, repeatedly.
You *******

Love me if you really do.
Don't confuse me.

Don't step back.
Stay.
Choose me.

Years and years of longing,

Let's end it.

Either be with me,
Or
Let me be.

Don't give me hope.

That poem we sang in bed for 9 months,
Has words no more.

Those cries, those sighs, that neglect has ended.
I'm free.

I'm unsure if I'd ever send it now, but I did love you when I did.
I might still do.

I wanted to be chosen by you.

You chose yourself over, and over.

You were right that I don't deserve love. You seem to have forgotten ever saying it. But in December of 2022 you did.

As I broke my heart, you laughed.