The mournful tale about your love.
I never blamed you; I was stupidly in love.
I cut off the trash, knowing you are inconclusive and indecisive.
I look forward to love again,
Not the heart and pride punctured type.
What was the connection after we connected?
We couldn't even see each other to date.
Love is never scared but yours is scary,
We all have secrets eating us inside though you know mine.
I was transparent and you were opaque like the unknown,
All I sense is that you are afraid.
When I see that you are not afraid to follow that others say,
Then I know something is wrong somewhere.
Good to see and sound to hear you are with people your values,
It is normal to pick any of the suitors who wouldn't scare you away.
That is not a disgrace to you,
That is not belittling your standards,
That is man enough to suit your caliber.
We both invested our time, but you think you invested more due to the allowance, right?
What did you expect from a nothing man if not tragedy?
That was your thoughts, I think, as we couldn't communicate the problem.
That was your thoughts, I think as I know nothing about you.
You never opened up so we could know what next?
No one is a mountain of knowledge,
But I think you know all things.
An omniscience can not Love a dumb,
You never creates a chance for change.
As change is not constant in your dictionary.
I know my worth and pride have been punctured as the manipulative act comes in.
As a king is dragged down the mud even with his crown on.
We made promises but gained nothing,
I thought the sparkles in your eyes were real,
But it meant nothing I reckoned.
The little we share gave me hope
But to you , I was not dope.
Everyone has their faults,
As i have mine in big time.
You never accepted my love request that day as I remembered,
You know nothing about me,"you said",
Than you are engaged also follows so the fault was mine there.
I was just stupidly in love .
I keep seeing the love in your eyes, ways,and doings, not knowing it was a trap to slay me.
You ran away , hide yourself and your face but played along and we chatted for years.
You denied me in totality the day I confronted you years after.
So that was the beginning of my realization and ending to us.
I may be nothing to you,
But I am something to myself as I treasure my life.
I will not be torn apart by an emotional manipulator.
So cutting off to wish you the best is important to my worries about you.
But if we felt something, it is to what essence?
Is it guiding both sides "I asked"
Where is the love going if it is love truly "I asked"
But if truly you are afraid to that limitation,
what you tell me is what I know.
So I looked forward to a more mature friend and partner,
That will be communicative,
That will be expressive,
That knows what she wants.
So we can adjust and grow together,
As there is not an height of stagnant destination in love,
But a growth to attain collectively.
Not to waste years on a freaking little baby,
That will be pushed here and there,
And an indecisive one.
A mournful tale about your love.
I never blamed you but was just stupidly in love.
