You know, I used to think you were everything,
You were ***'s Special gift.
Around you I was so giddy,
I felt like dancing to swing.
I used to think the sun shone out of your ***.
I died inside each time I could make you laugh.
I got down on my knees to pray for you at mass.
I wanted my love for you commemorated on my epitaph.
Your name *** everywhere I turned.
I thought they were signs so harder I yearned.
But time is a funny thing.
With it, what was once a gentle caress,
Can become a bitter sting.
With time I learned you weren't ***'s gift,
You were just a *******.
Around you my heart still flutters and beats too fast,
But only because you're an *******,
And I want to kick your ***.
I still pray for you, but only because you've lost a good thing (me).
It's done, I've finally broken the spell (free).
Truth is, I really do see your name everywhere,
But only because your name is that generic.
You're not a gem, you're not that rare,
My wasted time is tragic.
This poem is mean and petty,
I'm usually more kind and demure.
But right now my words are cool and steady,
Things are different now, of that you can be sure.
I've said goodbye, I've shut the door.
I used to love you more than life itself,
But now I love me more.
I really wish I wasn't this petty.