I'm so tired of people
assuming that they know
the real me.
So tired of them
thinking that they're what's best for me.
Agitated, and irritated,
way beyond frustrated;
why is it so hard for you
to to see that you hail from a class far inferior to me? Initially, it all seemed so pure - always chaste, made me contemplate that my emotions, effort and time would not just go to waste, but then - yet again, you've proven to me, age is relevant and so is mentality. You played your part well, made me believe that my love was well received but now we've drifted apart and you claim to have changed...while my love for you has endured for it was always genuine. I should chastise you, reprimand you and avenge myself, yet I choose to just let it be. Like a fairy tale, I assumed you were enchanted, but the end, so covered in disdain has shown me that everything we worked towards..was all in vain. So I bid you adieu, no more thinking of you. Loved and lost, but I refuse to accost you for this heartache you've brought unto me.
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