On my Own

 

It’s been nearly a week and still no call.

Did you really love me at all?

You said the words, meant so much to me,

But now, it seems you’ve decided to flee.

 

We had the best time, do you agree?

We sat in the park, shared our own company.

Ate lunch beneath the shade,

But did you mean the love that you gave?

 

Maybe our whole love was just a dream,

To cover up things I’d rather not see.

But what was the letter I found under my bed,

Something from you, I see something unread,

 

Revealing all thoughts, all love inside,

But love for not me, but someone who hides.

A stranger to you for the rest of your life,

Because their words could cut you like a knife.

 

You left me heartbroken with tears in my eyes,

Your love to me was a hatred disguise.

You let me live in a world of my own,

Then made me feel helpless, unwanted, thrown.

 

What was I to you? Just a toy,

Which you could play with and then destroy?

Maybe I’m just better off solo.

On my own.

                                                Gracie