I was nothing in your eyes, by your inertia, I
must surmise.
All those hours that I spent with you in my mind;
why was I so blind?
I was never, nor could ever, be lovingly in your
thoughts.
Why was it I felt intoxication of this sort?
Then, bewildered by rejection, inviting
humiliation.
Why, when beloved by so many others,
You still remain oblivious of my qualities?
Did you feel nothing, or if you felt something,
What did I do to end our short fling?
Why was I hurled into the rubbish bin?
On reflection, you were only a symptom
Of my desire to love and be loved.
To be single is strong and exciting not fearful.
Thankfully now, my life, is the love of my life.