And this is just another poem,

One of many,

About you.

Your elusive ways and how you make me wonder

How you can hide your emotions

So well.

Or not have any left at all.

Perhaps it's just a boy thing,

One of many.

I've seen this happen in others.

How easily it comes to you all,

The trait of not missing me.

But alas you are just a boy,

One of many,

One of many that I've met,

That I've dated, that I've cared for,

That I've trusted, that have amazed me,

That have all end up disappointing me.

You are a chapter in a book-

A chapter full of lurking thoughts,

And hidden meanings.

A chapter in my life.

A chapter that has come to an end.

A chapter, one of many.

It was good while it lasted,

But now I must turn the page.