You Asked...

My ex wrote a poem on this site about how he was feeling at a point in our relationship. I know he doesn't feel that way now. This is my retaliation to that poem, a way that I no longer feel, but I like the poem anyways.


What happened to always
and forever, you asked?
Well, it didn't want us anymore.
I tried to be patient with you,
But it was too hard.
You never picked up clues.
I grew tired of having to tell
you everything about me.
Are you really that damn blind?
Couldn't you see me?
I'm lost. I'm dying.
You never knew. You didn't see.
I kept always, you kept forever,
and I left us behind.
I wanted us to be perfect,
to last until death do us part.
You didn't seem to want it.
Sure, I cheated,
But maybe because of how I felt.
At the time, there was no 'us'.
I wasn't in a relationship.
I was a companion.
I wanted to be your lover,
not just one of the guys.
Why did you ignore me?
Why didn't you see?
You hurt me by doing nothing.
I never felt that you loved me.
Except in bed, in those stolen moments.
Then that went empty.
You didn't want me, you wanted others.
Others who weren't real.
You said you were addicted,
then changed your words.
What the hell are you trying to say?
Either you were, or you lied.
Both choices are bad for you.
My heart will be scarred always.
Because of what you never did,
and all the stupid things you did do.
Blame me! I don't care.
I cheated. I hurt you.
I wouldn't've done it,
had I felt I belonged.
You didn't express a want of me,
so I found others that did.
Real people, I could discard when finished.
Not those fake sluts on porn sites.
With their large breasts,
trim thighs, and beautiful skin.
I didn't try to find others
who were better than you.
You made me feel worthless,
worse than a whore.
You are right:
in the end, it doesn't really matter...