I remember when

I remember when I used to ask if you liked my dress

Because your opinion of my appearance was my eternal stress

But now I do not care

Because I left so that myself, I could spare

I am that neighbor that always willingly lends his lawnmower, shovel, ladder

That is never returned

But my lawnmower, shovel, ladder is my heart

It belongs deep inside my chest but you have taken it from me

I bargain with my brain

But you were so vain to feign concern

Here lies a stain of permanent pain

From which the blood in my heart was drained

I wondered so much about your wondering

So much so it began to sting

And although I mumbled that three word phrase

I could rest assured our ‘love’ was only a phase

Because I did everything without you saying I love you

I thought it was implied, what we had completely honest and true

So when you didn’t reply

Know that I was left to cry

I was dependent

Until I sought to end it

So here I am today

All I can do is inveigh

Do not seek the world of your significant other

Too much is expected from a destined lover

The most your lover could do

Would be to accompany you

Because you are a symphony on your own

A gift Mozart, Beethoven or Bach has never known

You are the music only you will hear

Or maybe others will when they come as near

You are not defined by the drivel others have to say

What matters is you have yourself and you can do things your own way

So keep playing your music

Because yours is so unique and I would never want you to lose it