As jolly as I may seem,
For once I yearned for you,
Where are the good times we had?
The “I love yous” we used to repeat,
Does it seem wrong to you now?
I wondered how you made things up,
To the one you said you loved the most,
Was it just a play?
Or was it just your personality?
Alas! I lost you for now and for all,
Yet I feel good, I giggled at this thought,
Why, you ask?
Childishly I planned for our future,
Endlessly I only thought of you,
Eagerly I waited for you every day and night,
But now I loathe
They say I'm a fucking bitch,
Unless they know the story of us,
Are you afraid, my dear?
To let the truth be told.
I watched and waited for you to come clean,
Yet I caught you being amorous,
I know you liked it,
For you seemed amused,
Unabashed and unapologetic.
I lost myself in this process of so-called-love,
Still exploring and engaging myself,
Where it might take me,
What more can it show.
I wrote “I love me”,
And it felt right somehow.
It wasn't my fault,
I'm right in my stand.