We who laugh at your expense
Are the only ones looking your way
He doesn't know or doesn't care
What you think you have to say
We who laugh at your expense
Enjoy your selfmade lies
He sings a song and moves along
Past all your angry cries
He's not looking at your page
Your updates go ignored
The only ones who read your prose
Are we who sneer at your remorse
Your futile flings fall on deaf ears
Longing won't touch that blissful boy
We laugh as we confirm your fears:
His heart's no longer your toy!
Author notes
Something's not quite right about the structure of this poem. Any suggestions?
Adding your comment: