To the Boy who Never Loved Me

To the Boy who Never Loved Me, 

All high and mighty you think you are

Standing in front of the crowd, flashing your new accomplish

Giving no notice to the broken glass upon the floor

Dirt & smudges cover the pieces,

Like a riddle that can’t be solved

You hold her like a trophy, standing under an arch

For you have won, I have not

Her heart shines with brilliance

while mine is dimly gray

Like the earth before it rains

All arrogant and naughty

With no concern for me

You’ve found your new piece of art

For I am merely just a finger painting

All the memories and laughs

Extinguished in the fire

Raging love for each other

Grew into hate for another

For I have not forgotten

Only one line of the phone rings

While the other is blank

With the blankness comes the seaming regret

Of calling you, again.

Love. Solely for the purpose of hurt

To love, both have to want it.

For he did not want it

He wanted her instead. And her. And her.

Regret fills my soul but what else to do

Other than move on

For I wish to be loved but,

Not by a boy that never loved me.

Sincerely yours,

The Girl who Loved You