I don't regret the moments we had.

I could have turned the wasted into something constructive; too bad.

I keep to myself and don't call out to you.

You call and I do everything I can to help you pull through.

You whispered sweet nothings in my ear

To which you replied, "I'm sorry you thought I was serious my dear."


Now you wonder why I've grown cold

Being taken advantage of has grown so, so old.

The things you say are now just words

Hollow like the wings of birds'.


Don't take this as a declaration of hate

I simply believe in thinking that my words have weight.

If it is not true then the words won't pass my lips

I'm sorry if they sting like whips.


Little by little I refused to participate

As a result my feelings slowly seems to dissipate.

I was hoping for a sudden removal of the whole thing

A little bit of both was just what I needed to end this fling.



The air is crisp and I can feel a new leaf is turning

Finally being happy after all those weeks of yearning.