Poetry

I cannot hold you responsible for not loving me enough
And should have expected that you would get going
When  the going got rough

The greatest gift I could ever give myself
Is love
Because you never did.
C'est lavie to author's wealth
Finish this chapter
 and end this book
 and put it back on the shelf.
No one needs to read it,
For it would never be understood
And from front to back
cover to jacket
would ever be considered good
Just a waste of time, love and space
Misery evident all over the place.
You exceeded expectations then sold yourself short
Random experiences collected and left scars breed together
Imitating an unsightly wart.
You sucked up my confidence-
Bled me dry with lies
Humpt me and dumped me
Then apologize
Nothing’s worth everything
Left with what you brung
Worthless and quite stenchy
A big pile of dung
Memories of illusions
Held false within the mind
Keeping one focused ahead
On things better left behind,
So much for the  future
You never led me to
You were always   saying I don’t
But this fool here said I do
What your body language was betraying
All those games
 you say  that you  weren’t playing
WHaT OF ThE DREAmS
LIFETIME CHOICE OF         sweethearts  swayed by love
That survived taking the chance-
A dance you never heard of
Music never reached your ears
My words never touched your heart
You will never taste my bitter tears
And I’ll forever wonder why we are apart