To my dearest

Or so it would seem

This is the closest I can get to an apology

Because if I’m being honest

Which I rarely am

I’m not sorry

Not one bit

But it’s ok because you don’t know what I’ve done

You don’t know that I feel nothing for you

You don’t know that I’ve cheated on you time and time again and felt no remorse

You don’t know how many times I’ve told you I can’t talk, or that I can’t go on a date with you

Because I always have plenty of time to spare

But I just don’t want to spend it on you

The thing that would make you cry

Is that all I ever saw you as

Was a pawn on a chessboard

And I am incapable

Of seeing you as beautiful

Or loving you

Because I have come to realize

There is no beauty or love in this world

At least not for me.

Please stop looking at me
With those eyes made of fire.

My eyes are the sea,
And when flames meet the ocean,
The result is pretty lackluster.