Crumpled pieces of paper
lie in the corner,
Poetry I wrote for you,
What a waste, if only I knew.
What’s worse is my crumpled heart,
Broken promises and a friendship that fell apart.
As I burnt myself in love’s destructive fire,
Consumed by pain, longing, and desire
You whiled away in your palace of apathy,
The notion that you had human emotions, was a fallacy.
The heart-wrenching pain has finally subsided
A dull ache remains, of a love unrequited.
The butterflies I got on seeing you, have finally died
Darling, finally I’ve discovered, love, will never suffice.
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