My poems are my way of hiding from you
Awful alliteration masks pain
If I can shroud my sadness over you
I don’t admit what still remains

I’m hoping to reach you in my words
Somehow reigniting light and heat
Foolish minstrel desperate to believe
That it matters if I am replete

You lied when you said you don’t love me
Because God cannot be this callous
To show me what a complete soul feels like
Then to tear it away with malice

Since our last night together I’m split
Between happy and falling apart
These syllables are my committed attempt
To rebuild your kingdom in my heart

Still I scribble in the gift you gave me
Remembering us warmly entwined
When two damaged spirits at last content
Waiting on impending doom, resigned

If you never read these pathetic lines
Then I sing to myself in regret
If you are reading with misty eyes
Then you know it’s not over yet

Final confession which will not surprise
My love for you proving unending
Whenever you see me recovering
Know I will always be pretending