Friday, 24 July 2015
I wasted my time on you, told myself I could never like anyone else as much as I liked you. Fooled by a mixture of laziness and doomed romanticism. I let you take what you wanted from me, convincing myself you were slowly learning the art of caring and sharing. But you cared for me not one jot. And my love for you, though it has begun to rot, it has become like a clot and my heart is now blocked. Each night, I wish for nothing more than by the time sunrise comes around, for you to be someone I have forgot.