I am annoyed, to think you toyed, with emotions I could not control.

So perplexed, and even vexed, I thought you were the half to make me whole.

Now it’s straight, you weren’t my mate, but a fool with intent to hurt me.

I was the dolt, that was hit by the bolt, of lightning that said, eternity.

Back to my misery,  I wasn’t the visionary,  that I had come to believe.

Bitterness and isolation, are now my station, as I wear my heart upon my sleeve.

The tears will dry, and so will I, a wet no longer to be rated.

This is the end, you that I called a friend, low on sadness, now exasperated.


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