Once upon a time, my world was a glittering place.
You told me that you loved me, but you never told me face to face.
This was the snag, I should’ve seen it then
But you blinded me with your so called “charm”, and I couldn’t see our end.

Way far in the back of my mind lurked the knowledge that it couldn’t last
long
Why didn’t I act when I realized it, when I knew together, we were wrong?
Love is a funny thing you know; people think the situation is always
win-win
And then that “special someone” leaves them…and everything caves in.

At first you did not speak to me, carefully avoiding my figure and stare,
More than you could know, this ripped my heart; I saw that you really didn’t
care.
I saw this now, and was furious, even more than your accusation of lying
when we fought
But love is a funny thing, and forget you I could not.

I hungrily spied on you as best I could,
But a few weeks in between offered breathing space, and breath I surely
would.
You were not constantly a reminder of how I’d failed as a girl,
I need not fear you at my back, no longer was every move a whirl

Such freedom made me better, perhaps finally forget you I had?
But then you restarted our contact, and my only emotion was “mad”.
You jeered at me, and stared at me, breathing down my neck,
You saw my flesh crawl uncomfortably, and with spittle from your laughter it
soon was flecked.

You wretched boy! Your dirty boy! Do not dare to touch me so!
Yet when I reject you, your stare is full of uncomprehending woe.
I will not begin to think that you want us to reacquaint,
I’ve been tricked by that before, so angry I could faint.

Please stay away, and do not look at me.
Surely you know my feelings, how fragile I can be?
Would you ruin me for another man, and all the rest to come?
Don’t come near me, and don’t speak with me…for too easily to your will I
might succumb.

 
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