I grew balls last night.
I went down,
I poured my feelings,
I waited for a reply.
But I guess it was
Too aggressive
Too persistent
Too stubborn.
You weren't touched
nor impressed.
Calm, as usual.
Why wasn't I surprised?
You said I was
Living in the past,
You can't do anything about it,
You just hope I'm happier this way.
Pathetic,
you made me sound.
But I guess that was it.
Closure once and for all.
I don't regret my balls
because they sought for me truth,
just that truth was presented
in the hardest way ever invented.