What A Poet Thinks

Confessions

Hey everybody. Yes, yes, the above song has inspired me to write this poem of mine and I hope y'all r ready to get depressed.

Why did you leave me at the dance floor?
         No one to kiss, no one to hold, scaring me to the core.
Were my tears just paint droplets
         To your dark grey sky?
Were my cries your sick melody
        Which entertained you all night?

Did my pageant smile never strike anything?
No doubt, no question, of any sort of suffering?

My laugh was perhaps,
    An annoying tune for you to hear,
But without your mesmerising laughter?
     I, simply, cannot, bear.

Your artistic skills, talent,
     Always, made me proud,
But you thought of me as only a clown
    To entertain, your messed up crowd.

I acknowledged your pain,
   Soothing you, I thought, was my gain.
But you still did not hesitate
   To bind me, to my demons, with ruthless chains.

So it is decided, my love was true and holy
But whatever you felt for me, is why, I end Our Story.

Hope y'all liked it. ❤❤