Life Through Poetry

B

I'm not sure
Why this happens to me.
Maybe it's something in the air.
Maybe it's something I did.

Or maybe it's not.
It's probably not.
You can't go from liking someone
To feeling nothing.

It doesn't work that way.
And that just means
That you're fooling yourself,
Fooling everyone.

Or maybe I was the fool
From the beginning.
Maybe you never liked me at all.
Maybe the sun never rose with me.

Maybe I was an eternal night for you,
Maybe I was more pain than pretty.
Maybe you just got tired
Of being a partner in this game.

You always did like one-persons better.
Or maybe you liked one person better.
Was it her?
Is she the reason?

Does the way her hair always falls,
The way her face needs no makeup
Is that what got you?
Is that what made you forget me?

I find it ironic.
That you play the game with her
On multi-player.
Frequently.

But you were too scared
To frequent my room.
You called it
"Busy."

Somehow you were not too
"Busy"
To watch the back of your eyelids
Too much yesterday.

Or pass by me
And say nothing.
Look at me
And say nothing.

That's not how this works.
That's not how this should work.
She'll figure it out too.
Just give it time.

I'm here waiting,
But not for you.
You missed your shot.
Funny.
You're so good at first-person shooters.