You lodged bullets of attraction.
They pierced into my heart.
I would never be given any satisfaction.
Unrequited love must be
the downfall of mankind.
But now an epiphany escapes me
and it’s just a sad rhyme.
I was only a girl before
you wrapped coils around my heart.
You still think yourself as wonderful.
And this, I can’t deny.
You’re brilliant and beautiful
and charming for all the wrong reasons.
Each year, you find a girl
And change her forevermore.
Each girl thinks she’s special,
That maybe she’ll be the one
Even though it’s so tragically wrong.
I was just one year for you.
You broke down my walls
And made me laugh and asked me how I was.
It was so tiny at first:
my obsession with everything you.
Six months later, I know there’s another one.
You’re making her believe that she matters.
I still write to you sometimes,
And you’ll answer dutifully.
Perhaps in a day, or a week, or a month or a year.
Each letter a praise for you.
Your absence and empty promises
continue to annihilate my heart.
But I still think of you
and don’t attempt to cease my compliments
that increase your ego’s mass each time.
I know I didn’t mean a thing,
but for a lifetime, I’ll still try.
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