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.