Whenever I got serious, and told you that I just want us,

nothing else now matters and only you can flatter or shatter

everything that is mine.


You stayed like you are mine,

until no other guy gave you any sign

of interest

without another thought, you broke my trust,

it was unjust, felt like it was out of lust.


Was it all my fantasy, couldn’t you behave with a little decency?

When we started, when our hearts and sorrows parted,

you told me that you would never change,

that it would never get this strange,

or is it some kind of revenge?


It didn’t have to end like this,

3 years ago, being together was the only bliss,

and oh my! that kiss.


Can I say that I still love you,

One day, you will forget everything and say, Fantasist? Who?


Even then I will be within you somewhere,

my voice will faint and words will blare,

that’s when you will care.


My thoughts and words will blend,

but at that time, we will end.