I’m taking you off your pedestal.

You aren’t some knight in shining armor,
You are so faraway from being a charmer.

You constantly make up petty little excuses,
Which leave imprints of dark black and blue bruises.

You keep asking me for your trust,
But that’s hard to do when it’s in another girl you ******.

I’ve forgiven you one too many times,
It’s sad to think that all I can remember are your countless crimes.

But for some reason or another,
I’m crazy about you,
Hoping I’ll push through,
Change your worldview,
I want my dew to no longer be blue,
So with that I must say adieu.

To you, I was always first.
Even though your past history told me otherwise,
I should have absorbed every little moment,
When I was your number one.

Today, I am your second.
Your third,
Perhaps not even a number, but a distant memory.

I wish I had savored those few days,
Like slowly savoring a melting piece of chocolate on a lifeless tongue.
One, two, three, taste bud absorbing the flavors of your rainbow.

I promise it would have been worthwhile.
I would have stayed with you till the end,
Washing away in your swallow.

To me, you’re still my first.
A number, a memory, a taste, a flavor, a rainbow.
You’re my second, my third, my fourth,
My all.

I cross my fingers, hoping, wishing, praying that one-day,
I’ll cross your mind,
I’ll flutter down softly on your tongue,
Your taste buds questioning,
The memories returning.

Maybe one day, I’ll fit perfectly in your equation of numbers.