He was everything he was not,
He was strong and brave and cunning,
Every move was calculated
Ten steps ahead,  sometimes twenty
And he had her in his hands,
The heart he wanted but couldn't,
And he clenched his fist tight and squeezed
The life out of it,  then tossed it.
He found it, broken and hurting
And he wanted it just the same.
She said "You break it, you bought it",
She still would not have him with her
And he could never understand
How stupid love never worked out
And how he never wanted her,
And she never wanted him, but
It was, in theory, romantic;
The world can work in twisted ways.

You’ll find someone better,
And please know that it’s not me.
Sorry if I can’t reciprocate
Trust me; I know it how it hurts, and I’m sorry.

Empty bed, cold hands, tear stained cheeks, alone she stands
I find your shirt, hold it close, all that’s left, is your ghost
vivid dreams, see your face, you smile, yet it seems misplaced
I see your back, as it walks away, I wish I could have made you stay
I hope one day, that you’ll see, the path that leads straight back to me
until that time, I’ll sit here and wait, praying that you'll reciprocate.